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He to me like unto the Gods appeareth,

He, if I dare speak it, ascends above them,

Face to face who toward thee attently sitting

Gazes or hears thee

Lovely in sweet laughter; alas within me

Every lost sense falleth away for anguish;

When as I look'd on thee, upon my lips no

Whisper abideth,

Straight my tongue froze, Lesbia; soon a subtle

Fire thro' each limb streameth adown; with inward

Sound the full ears tinkle, on either eye night's

Canopy darkens.

Ease alone, Catullus, alone afflicts thee;

Ease alone breeds error of heady riot;

Ease hath entomb'd princes of old renown and

Cities of honour.