She says--the woman says--she none would wed
But me, though Jove came suitor to her bed;
She says--but, oh! what woman says--so fair,
And smooth to doting man, is writ on air,
And on the running stream that changeth every where.
AQUILIUS.--We have seen much of our friend Catullus as a loving poet,
let us end by showing him to have been a good hater. The following is no
bad specimen of his powers in this line:--