If, Juventius, I the grace win ever
Still on beauteous honied eyes to kiss thee,
I would kiss them a million, yet a million.
Yea, nor count me to win the full attainment,
5 Not, tho' heavier e'en than ears at harvest,
Fall my kisses, a wealthy crop delightful.
XLIX.
Greatest speaker of any born a Roman,
Marcus Tullius, all that are, that have been,
That shall ever in after-years be famous;
Thanks superlative unto thee Catullus
5 Renders, easily last among the poets.
He as easily last among the poets
As thou surely the first among the pleaders.
L.
1.
Dear Lucinius, yestereve we linger'd
Scrawling fancies, a hundred, in my tablets,
Wits in combat; a treaty this between us.
Scribbling drolleries each of us together
5 Launched one arrowy metre and another,
Tenders jocular o'er the merry wine-cup.