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odi te versusque, Catulle, tuos, rationes qui nullos capiunt, et dictum nunc male mitto. istas ad cartas ego tam invite intueor, sed explicare ibi possum nil nugarum tuarum; |
5 | atque igitur te in aqua mi scribere deinde videtur. quo ingeniosus fugit? quo Cicero meus it iam? non intendit me ad fallendum augentibus verbis, Catullum ad catulum te delendum; mihi placet. odi te versusque, Catulle, tuos, rationes |
10 | qui nullos capiunt, et te ergo incendere volo. |
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Catullus, I hate you Catullus, I hate you and your verses Which make no sense, and I send a curse to you. I look towards those pages so unwillingly, |
5 | But I am able to explain nothing of your trifles, And therefore it seems to me that you write in water. To where has that genius fled? Where is Cicero going? He does not aim to deceive me with highfalutin language, But to destroy you, Catullus, young whelp; this pleases me. |
10 | Catullus, I hate you and your verses Which make no sense, and I want you to burn. |