1.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
Catullus
2.
I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
Catullus
3.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Catullus
4.
But you shall not escape my iambics.
Catullus
5.
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
Catullus
6.
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
Catullus
7.
Godlike the man who
sits at her side, who
watches and catches
that laughter
which (softly) tears me
to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time
I see her.
Catullus
8.
Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel we have come to our own home and rest on the couch we longed for? This it is which alone is worth all these toils.
Catullus
9.
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
Catullus
10.
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
Catullus
11.
Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.
Catullus
12.
What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water.
[Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti,
In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]
Catullus
13.
Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
Catullus
14.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
Catullus
15.
We see not our own backs.
Catullus
16.
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
[Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
Catullus
17.
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
Catullus
18.
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
Catullus
19.
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
Catullus
20.
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est
Catullus
21.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
Catullus
22.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
Catullus
23.
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
Catullus
24.
Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
Catullus
25.
Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
Catullus
26.
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.
I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
Catullus
27.
So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
Catullus
28.
My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight
Catullus
29.
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
Catullus
30.
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
Catullus
31.
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
Catullus
32.
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
Catullus
33.
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
Catullus
34.
My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
Catullus
35.
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
Catullus
36.
What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
Catullus
37.
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
Catullus
