Love
LXXXI: What? not in all this city, Juventius, ever a gallant
Translated by Robinson Ellis (1871) · From The Poems and Fragments of Catullus (1871)
What? not in all this city, Juventius, ever a gallant
Poorly to win love's fresh favour of amorous you,
Only the lack-love signor, a wretch from sickly Pisaurum,
Guest of your hearth, no gilt statue as ashy as he?
Now your very delight, whose faithless fancy Catullus
Banisheth, Ah light-reck'd lightness, apostasy vile!
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “LXXXI: What? not in all this city, Juventius, ever a gallant.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/72/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “LXXXI: What? not in all this city, Juventius, ever a gallant.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/72/.
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