Catullus 51
That fellow seems to me to be equal to a god,
That fellow, if it is proper, to surpass the gods,
Who sitting opposite you repeatedly
Sees you and hears you
Laughing sweet, which in my wretched state steals
All sense from me: for as soon as I looked upon
You, Lesbia, no voice (nothing of voice) remained for me
upon my mouth
My tongue grows numb, A thin flame
Seeps beneath my limbs, my ears ring
With their own sound, my eyes are covered
With twin night.
Leisure, Catullus, is bothersome to you:
In leisure you exult too much and without restraint:
Leisure has ruined both former kings
And cities once wealthy.
Poem by Gaius Valerius Catullus
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