Catullus Poem 2
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Passer, deliciae meae puellae, 1 Sparrow, my lady's pet, 
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere, 2 with whom she often plays whilst she holds you in her lap, 
cui primum digitum dare appetenti 3 or gives you her finger-tip to peck and 
et acris solet incitare morsus, 4 provokes you to bite sharply, 
cum desiderio meo nitenti 5 whenever she, the bright-shining lady of my love,
carum nescio quid lubet iocari 6 has a mind for some sweet pretty play, 
et solaciolum sui doloris, 7 in hope, as I think, that when the sharper smart of love abates, 
credo ut tum grauis acquiescat ardor: 8 she may find some small relief from her pain--
tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem 9 ah, might I but play with you as she does, 
et tristis animi leuare curas! 10 and lighten the gloomy cares of my heart!
TAM gratum est mihi quam ferunt puellae 11 This is as welcome to me as (they say)
pernici aureolum fuisse malum, 12 to the swift maiden was the golden apple, 
quod zonam soluit diu ligatam. 13 which loosed her girdle too long tied.