More from Catullus
What a woman says to her ardent lover should be written in wind and running water.
LXX, lines 3–4- V, lines 7–9
- V, lines 1–6

Mourn, ye Graces and Loves, and all you whom the Graces love. My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow my lady’s pet, whom she loved more than her own eyes.
What a woman says to her ardent lover should be written in wind and running water.