Catullus Poem 8
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MISER Catulle, desinas ineptire,  1 Poor Catullus, it's time you should cease your folly,
et quod uides perisse perditum ducas.  2 And account as lost what you see is lost. 
fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,  3 Once the suns shone bright on you, 
cum uentitabas quo puella ducebat  4 when you used to go so often where my mistress led, 
amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.  5 she who was loved by me as none will ever be loved. 
ibi illa multa cum iocosa fiebant,  6 There and then were given us those joys, so many, so merry, 
quae tu uolebas nec puella nolebat,  7 which you desired nor did my lady not desire. 
fulsere uere candidi tibi soles.  8 Bright to you, truly, shone the days. 
nunc iam illa non uult: tu quoque impotens,noli 9 Now she desires no more-; neither should you desire, poor madman, 
nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue,  10 nor follow her who flies, nor live in misery,
sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.  11 but with resolved mind, endure, be firm.
uale puella, iam Catullus obdurat,  12 Farewell, my mistress; now Catullus is firm;
nec te requiret nec rogabit inuitam.  13 he will not seek you nor ask you against your will.
at tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla.  14 But you will be sorry, when you are not asked for.
scelesta, uae te, quae tibi manet uita?  15 Ah, poor wretch! What life is left for you? 
quis nunc te adibit? cui uideberis bella?  16 Who now will visit you? To whom will you seem fair? 
quem nunc amabis? cuius esse diceris?  17 Whom now will you love? Whose will you be called? 
quem basiabis? cui labella mordebis?  18 Whom will you kiss? Whose lips will you bite ? 
at tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura. 19 But you, Catullus, be resolved and firm.