Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel we have come to our own home and rest on the couch we longed for? This it is which alone is worth all these toils. Catullus More Quotes by Catullus More Quotes From Catullus What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air. Catullus women writing running I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony. Catullus agony hate love I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. Catullus and-love hate feels My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do. Catullus loving-you matter mind There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh. Catullus stupid silly laughing Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful. Catullus gratitude grateful thank-you Away with you, water, destruction of wine! Catullus destruction wine water The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream. Catullus fit lovers air Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky. Catullus sky spring sweet So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls. Catullus girl flower boys My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight Catullus sparrows delight To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum? Catullus littles giving book I hate and I love, and who can tell me why? Catullus i-hate hate The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods. Catullus gracious fury favors What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air. Catullus air writing running I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness. Catullus access youth writing I hate and I love. Perhaps you ask why I do so. I do not know, but I feel it, and am in agony. Catullus