VIII.
To Himself recounting Lesbia's Inconstancy.
Woe-full Catullus! cease to play the fool
And what thou seest dead as dead regard!
Whilòme the sheeniest suns for thee did shine
When oft-a-tripping whither led the girl
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By us belovèd, as shall none be loved.
There all so merry doings then were done