You ask how many of your kisses, Lesbia, are enough for me and more than enough. I was free and intended to live with my bed being unshared, But Love, after truce had been established, tricked me. Jupiter, I forgive you all your past love intrigues! Love me faithfully, Taking heed of my loyalty, With all your heart, With all your mind.As great as is the number of the Libyan sand that lies on silphium-bearing Cyrene, between the oracle of sultry Jove and the sacred Tomb of old Battus; or as many as are the stars, when night is silent, that see the loves of men, to kiss you with so many kisses, Lesbia, is enough and more than enough for your mad Catullus; kisses, which neither curious eyes shall count up nor an evil tongue bewitch. I am closest to you When I am far away; Whoever loves like this Rides on the wheel (of Fortune).
Mark Antonacci, a leading expert on the Shroud and president of the Resurrection of the Shroud Foundation, is currently petitioning Pope Francis to allow molecular analysis of the cloth using the latest technology.
I tried to choose works that represent one's emotions. Most of them are rather upbeat, except for the short poem by Catullus, 'Odi et amo'.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus invidere possit, cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.
Let us live, my Lesbia, let us love, and all the talk of the stern old men, may it be worth a penny! saepibus in nostris parvam te roscida mala - dux ego vester eram - vidi cum matre legentem.
These are really some of the best lines of poetry ever written in any language.