nd be strong;
If she flies you, why, pursuing,
Make your sorrow vain and long?

Farewell, Fair!--Catullus hardens;
Where he is, will he remain;
He is not a man who pardons
One that must be asked again.

She'll be sad in turn, the charmer,
When the shades of eventide
Bring no gallants to alarm her,
No Catullus to her side.

Lost to every sense of duty,
Say, what can you, will you do?
Who'll find out that you have beauty?
Who'll be loved in turn by you?

Whose will you be called of right?
Whom will you in future kiss?
Whose lips will you have to bite?--
O Catullus, keep to this!

GRATIAN.--Well, now, I think your choice of metre a little too much of
the measured elegiac, for the bursts of alternate passion, love, and
anger--those sudden breaks of vexation, which I see, or fancy I see, in
the original Latin. Now, Aquilius, let us hear you personate the "vexed
lover."

AQUILIUS.

AD SEIPSUM.

Foolish Catullus--trifling ever--
Dismiss so fruitless an endeavour;
Let by-gone days be days by-gone,
Though fine enough some days have shone,--
When if _she_ but held up her finger
Whom you so loved--and still you linger,
Nor dare to part with--you observant,
Were at her beck her humble servant;
Follow'd her here and there: and did
Such things! which she would not forbid--
Love's follies, without stint or doubt:
Oh! then your days shone finely out.
But now 'tis quite another thing,--
She likes not your philandering:
And you yourself! But be it over--
Act not again the silly lover--
But let her go--be hard as stone;
So let her go--and go alone.
Adieu, sweet lady! 'Tis in vain!
Catullus is himself again--
Will neither love, want, nor require,
But gives you up as you desire.
Wretch! you will grieve for this full sore,
When lovers come to you no more.
For think you, false one, to what pass,
Your wretched days will come? Alas!
No beauty yours--not one to say
How beautiful she looks to-day!
Whom will you have to love--to hear
Yourself called by _his_ name, _his_ dear?
Whom will you have to kiss,--be kiss'd
And bind your names, in true-love twist?
Whose lips to bite so?--yes--to bite.}
--Catullus, spare thy love or spite:}
Be firm as rock--or conquered quite.}

CURATE.--I protes