In Septimius only faithful Acme
Makes her softnesses, holds her happy pleasures.

When did mortal on any so rejoicing 25
Look, on union hallow'd as divinely?

XLVI.

Now soft spring with her early warmth returneth,
Now doth Zephyrus, health benignly breathing,
Still the boisterous equinoctial heaven.

Leave we Phrygia, leave the plains, Catullus,
Leave Nicaea, the sultry soil of harvest: 5
On for Asia, for the starry cities.
Now all flurry the soul is out a-ranging,
Now with vigour aflame the feet renew them.

Farewell company true, my lovely comrades.
You so joyfully borne from home together, 10
Now o'er many a weary way returning.

XLVII.

Porcius, Socration, the greedy Piso's
Tools of thievery, rogues to famish ages,

So that filthy Priapus ousts to please you
My Veranius even and Fabullus?

What? shall you then at early noon carousing 5
Lap in luxury? they, my jolly comrades,
Search the streets on a quest of invitation?

XLVIII.

If, Juventius, I the grace win ever
Still on beauteous honied eyes to kiss thee,
I would kiss them a million, yet a million.

Yea, nor count me to win the full attainment,
Not, tho' heavier e'en than ears at harvest, 5
Fall my kisses, a wealthy crop delightful.

XLIX.

Greatest speaker of any born a Roman,
Marcus Tullius, all that are, that have been,
That shall ever in after-years be famous;

Thanks superlative unto thee Catullus
Renders, easily last among the poets. 5

He as easily last among the poets
As thou surely the first among the pleaders.

L.

1.

Dear Lucinius, yestereve we linger'd
Scrawling fancies, a hundred, in my tablets,
Wits in combat; a treaty this between us.

Scribbling drolleries each of us together
Launched one arrowy metre and another, 5
Tenders jocular o'er the merry wine-cup.

2.

So quite sorely with all your humour heated
Gay Lucinius, I that eve departed.

Food my misery could not any lighten,
Sleep nor quiet upon my eyes descended. 10

Still untamable o'er the couch did I then
Turn and t