I 'So thoroughly could not angry fortune
Spite, I might not, afflicted in my province,
20 Get erected a lusty eight to bear me.
But so scrubby the poor sedan, the batter'd
Frame-work, nobody there nor here could ever
Lift it, painfully neck to nick adjusting.'
3.
Quoth the lady, belike a lady wanton,
25 'Just for courtesy, lend me, dear Catullus,
Those same nobodies. I the great Sarapis
Go to visit awhile.' Said I in answer,
'Thanks; but, lady, for all my easy boasting,
'Twas too summary; there's a friend who knows me,
30 Cinna Gaius, his the sturdy bearers.
'Mine or Cinna's, an inch alone divides us,
I use Cinna's, as e'en my own possession.
But you're really a bore, a very tiresome
Dame unmannerly, thus to take me napping.'
XI.
Furius and Aurelius, O my comrades,
Whether your Catullus attain to farthest
Ind, the long shore lash'd by reverberating
Surges Eoan;
5 Hyrcan or luxurious horde Arabian,
Sacan or grim Parthian arrow-bearer,
Fields the rich Nile discolorates, a seven-fold
River abounding;
Whether o'er high Alps he afoot ascending
10 Track the long records of a mighty Cæsar,
Rhene, the Gauls' deep river, a lonely Britain
Dismal in ocean;
This, or aught else haply the gods determine,
Absolute, you, with me in all to part not;
15 Bid my love greet, bear her a little errand,
Scarcely of honour.
Say 'Live on yet, still given o'er to nameless
Lords, within one bosom, a many wooers,
Clasp'd, as unlov'd each, so in hourly change all
20 Lewdly disabled.
'Think not henceforth, thou, to recal Catullus'
Love; thy own sin slew it, as on the meadow's
Verge declines, ungently beneath the plough-share
Stricken, a flower.'
XII.
Marrucinian Asinius, hardly civil
Left-hand practices o'er the merry wine-cup.
Watch occasion, anon remove the napkin.
Call this drollery? Trust me, friend, it is not.
5 'Tis most beastly, a trick among a thousand.