Catullus Poem 6
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FLAVI, delicias tuas Catullo,  1 Flavius, if it were not that your mistress 
ni sint illepidae atque inelegantes,  2 is rustic and unrefined, 
uelles dicere nec tacere posses.  3 you would want to speak of her to your Catullus; you would not be able to help it.
uerum nescio quid febriculosi  4 But (I am sure) you are in love with some 
scorti diligis: hoc pudet fateri.  5 unhealthy-looking wench; and you are ashamed to it. 
nam te non uiduas iacere noctes  6 But though you are silent, the bed itself
nequiquam tacitum cubile clamat  7 with its garlands and Syrian perfume, 
sertis ac Syrio fragrans oliuo,  8 proclaim that you do not sleep alone,
puluinusque peraeque et hic et ille  9 as does the pillow, used equally on this side and that,
attritus, tremulique quassa lecti  10 on both sides equally, and the shaking of the bed
argutatio inambulatioque.  11 as it squeaks and moves about.
nam non stupra ualet nihil tacere.  12 But it's no good keeping quiet about your sexual exploits.
cur? non tam latera ecfututa pandas,  13 Why? You wouldn't show such sexually exhausted thighs
ni tu quid facias ineptiarum.  14 if you weren't doing something inelegant.
quare, quidquid habes boni malique,  15 Well then, whatever you have to tell, good or bad, 
dic nobis. uolo te ac tuos amores  16 let me know. I have to call you and your love 
ad caelum lepido uocare uersu. 17 to the skies by the power of my merry verse.