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Carmen XXXVIII (Cornish)
Translated by F. W. Cornish (Loeb, 1913) · From The Poems of Catullus (Loeb, 1913)
Your Catullus is ill at ease, Cornificius, ill and in distress, and that more and more daily and hourly. And you, though that is the lightest and easiest task, have you said one word to console him? I am getting angry with you—what, treat my love so? Give me only some little word of comfort, pathetic as the tears of Simonides!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “Carmen XXXVIII (Cornish).” Translated by F. W. Cornish. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/146/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “Carmen XXXVIII (Cornish).” Translated by F. W. Cornish. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/146/.
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