25 (15) Say, where think you anon to be; declare it,
Fair and free, submit, commit to daylight.
What? still thrall to the lovely lily ladies?
Keep close mouth, lock fast the tongue within it,
Love's felicity falls without fruition;
30 (20) Venus still is free to talk, a babbler.
Yet close palate, an if ye will it; only
In my love some part to bear refuse not.
LVII.
O rare sympathies! happy rakes united!
There Mamurra the woman, here a Caesar.
Who can wonder? An ugly brand on either,
His, true Formian, his, politely Roman,
5 Rests indelible, in the bone residing.
Either infamous, each a twin dishonour,
Bookish brethren, a dainty pair pedantic;
One adultrous, as hungry he; with equal
Parts in women, a lusty corporation.
10 O rare sympathies! happy rakes united!
LVIII.
That bright Lesbia, Caelius, the self-same
Peerless Lesbia, she than whom Catullus
Self nor family more devoutly cherish'd,
By foul roads, or in every shameful alley,
5 Strains the vigorous issue of the people.