XLVI.
Now soft spring with her early warmth returneth,
Now doth Zephyrus, health benignly breathing,
Still the boisterous equinoctial heaven.
Leave we Phrygia, leave the plains, Catullus,
5 Leave Nicaea, the sultry soil of harvest:
On for Asia, for the starry cities.
Now all flurry the soul is out a-ranging,
Now with vigour aflame the feet renew them.
Farewell company true, my lovely comrades.
10 You so joyfully borne from home together,
Now o'er many a weary way returning.
XLVII.
Porcius, Socration, the greedy Piso's
Tools of thievery, rogues to famish ages,
So that filthy Priapus ousts to please you
My Veranius even and Fabullus?
5 What? shall you then at early noon carousing
Lap in luxury? they, my jolly comrades,
Search the streets on a quest of invitation?