o rail not,
Nought were amiss; if now scold she, or if she revile,
'Tis not alone to remember; a shrewder stimulus arms her, 5
Anger; her heart doth burn verily, thus to revile.

LXXXIV.

_Stipends_ Arrius ever on opportunity _shtipends_,
_Ambush_ as _hambush_ still Arrius used to declaim.
Then, hoped fondly the words were a marvel of articulation,
While with an _h_ immense '_hambush_' arose from his heart.
So his mother of old, so e'en spoke Liber his uncle, 5
Credibly; so grandsire, grandam alike did agree.

Syria took him away; all ears had rest for a moment;
Lightly the lips those words, slightly could utter again.
None was afraid any more of a sound so clumsy returning;
Sudden a solemn fright seized us, a message arrives. 10
'News from Ionia country; the sea, since Arrius enter'd,
Changed; 'twas _Ionian_ once, now 'twas _Hionian_ all.'

LXXXV.

Half I hate, half love. How so? one haply requireth.
Nay, I know not; alas feel it, in agony groan.

LXXXVI.

Lovely to many a man is Quintia; shapely, majestic,
Stately, to me; each point singly 'tis easy to grant.
'Lovely' the whole, I grant not; in all that bodily largeness,
Lives not a grain of salt, breathes not a charm anywhere.
Lesbia--she is lovely, an even temper of utmost 5
Beauty, that every charm stealeth of every fair.

LXXXVII & LXXV.

Ne'er shall woman avouch herself so rightly beloved,
Friend, as rightly thou art, Lesbia, lovely to me.
Ne'er was a bond so firm, no troth so faithfully plighted,
Such as against our love's venture in honour am I.

Now so sadly my heart, dear Lesbia, draws me asunder, 5
So in her own misspent worship uneasily lost,
Wert thou blameless in all, I may not longer approve thee,
Do anything thou wilt, cannot an enemy be.

LXXVI.

If to a man bring joy past service dearly remember'd,
When to the soul her thought speaks, to be blameless of ill;
Faith not rudely profan'd, nor in oath or charter abused
Heaven, a God's mis-sworn sanctity, deadly to men.
Then doth a life-long pleasure await thee surely, Catullus, 5
Pleasure of all this love's traitorous injury born.

Whatso a man may speak, whom charity leads to another,
Whatso enact, by