She now rejects thee-cast her off, But coldly steel thy mind to bear. Damsel, farewell! Catullus stern Thy scorn disdains, thy love will shun; And soon thy pride to grief shall turn, When left by him, and woo'd by none. Think, Wanton, what remains for thee: Who will pursue thy lonely way†? Who in thy form will beauty see ? Whose fervent love shalt thou repay? Whose fondling care shalt thou avow? Whose kisses now shalt thou return? Whose lip in rapture bite?-But thouHold! hold! Catullus, cold and stern.. TO VERANNIUS +, ON HIS RETURN FROM SPAIN. Of all the many loved by me, Of all my friends most dear, Verannius is thy travel o'er, And art thou home return'd once more To light thy brother's smile of glee, Thy mother's age to cheer? Thou 'rt come. Oh blissful, blessed news! Thou 'rt come, and I again Shall see and hear thee, in the way I loved in former time, pourtray The splendid towns, the mountain views, The tribes, and deeds of Spain. I warm shall press thee to my breast, What mortal, though he dare to think Of pleasure he may largely drink, Is half so joyful, or so blest, As I in his return? THE INTERVIEW WITH VARUS AND HIS MISTRESS +. As I was idling time away Just by the Forum t' other day, To see the wanton, his delight; And, faith! she struck me at first sight To want nor charms nor sense. We then fell into conversation About Bithynia's situation, The value of the land, And what my profit there had been: And how thing's really stand. "That not the Pretor nor his train "Could there afford from any gain "More sumptuous dress or fare; "And sure not we, that Pretor's slaves, “Of course,” she said, “as they relate “'Tis usual, you some slaves for state "To bear your litter† bought." I felt a little pride arise; And was not willing in her eyes To be a pauper thought. So cried, "Oh, yes. Though luck was bad, "It was not on the whole so sad, "That I eight slaves should lack.” In truth, I never here nor there |