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
- III, lines 1–4
Let us live, my Lesbia, and love, and value at one farthing all the talk of crabbed old men. Suns may set and rise again. For us, when the short light has once set, remains to be slept the sleep of one unbroken night.
