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LXXXI.

What? not in all this city, Juventius, ever a gallant

Poorly to win love's fresh favour of amorous you,

Only the lack-love signor, a wretch from sickly Pisaurum,

Guest of your hearth, no gilt statue as ashy as he?

Now your very delight, whose faithless fancy Catullus

Banisheth, Ah light-reck'd lightness, apostasy vile!