Love
LXXXIX: Gellius--he's full meagre. It is no wonder, a friendly
Translated by Robinson Ellis (1871) · From The Poems and Fragments of Catullus (1871)
Gellius--he's full meagre. It is no wonder, a friendly
Mother, a sister is his loveable, healthy withal.
Then so friendly an uncle, a world of pretty relations.
Must not a man so blest meagre abide to the last?
Yea, let his hand touch only what hands touch only to trespass;
Reason enough to become meagre, enough to remain.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “LXXXIX: Gellius--he's full meagre. It is no wonder, a friendly.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/82/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “LXXXIX: Gellius--he's full meagre. It is no wonder, a friendly.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/82/.
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