CARMEN VIII.-TO HIMSELF. Catullus, cease thy folly, love that's gone Erst had'st thou happy days and blissful nights, When thou the favours of that maid did'st gain, Into thy breast a resolution stern, And cease to follow one who will not turn, Be firm, Catullus! now my heart is strong; Thy former lover, nor will he ever ask Thy favours, who hast done him grievous wrong. But thou wilt mourn when not a single night Who will approach thee? who will think thee fair? Whom wilt thou kiss? whose amorous lips wilt bite? Possessed by none, what kind of life for thee But thou, Catullus, 'gainst her steel thy breast, And in thy firm resolve unshaken be. CARMEN IX.-TO VERANNIUS. Verannius, thou whom far above All other friends I prize and love, Thy aged mother's smile to see, Thy brothers too, who longed for thee? And hear thy talk of distant Spain, As is thy wont, and then thy face Shall draw to mine in close embrace, Thy pleasant mouth and eyes shall kiss, What rapture e'er can equal this, E'en of the happy who can vie With me in joy, more blest than I? CARMEN X.-ON VARUS' MISTRESS. I was strolling away From the Forum one day When Varus just asked me to step round and see A girl that he had, and it struck me that she Was good-looking, nice-mannered, and all she should be. So down we all sat, And had a long chat About various things; amongst others about And that when we came back, we had no better scent "But," said they then, "At least you got men As porters on journeys to carry your bed, For from Asia first, it has always been said, That the custom came in," "Ah well," answered I, "The province was bad, that I cannot deny, But not quite so bad that I could not get there, Eight strong upright fellows to carry my chair." Intending to pass Myself off in the eyes of the girl as the one, Will you just kindly lend Me those fellows a moment, I want to attend I said they were mine, they are Caius's men, Cinna Caius, my comrade, he bought them, and I In talking this moment, I made the mistake, All the same, his or mine, what odds does it make? But you're so absurd, You scan every word, It's a terrible bore to be taken up when One makes a mistake, as one must now and then.” CARMEN XI. TO FURIUS AND AURELIUS. Aurelius my companion true, And Furius my comrade, who Will ever follow me, Whether I seek far India's land, Where on the long-resounding strand Or whether I to Sacia go, Or where the Parthians bend the bow, Or the Hyrcanian plain, Or where the soft Arabians dwell, Or where the Nile with seven-mouthed swell Colours the turbid main. Or whether o'er the Alpine ways I reach the land which Cæsar sways, Where Cæsar's triumphs shine, Or go to farthest Britain's shore, Where waves round barren headlands roar, Or to the Gallic Rhine. With me such toils, or worse than these, Ye are prepared to meet. |