Aurelius & Furius, true comrades, <br />whether Catullus penetrates to where in <br />outermost India booms the eastern ocean's <br />wonderful thunder; <br /> <br />whether he stops with Arabs or Hyrcani, <br />Parthian bowmen or nomadic Sagae; <br />or goes to Egypt, which the Nile so richly <br />dyes, overflowing; <br /> <br />even if he should scale the lofty Alps, or <br />summon to mind the mightiness of Caesar <br />viewing the Gallic Rhine, the dreadful Britons <br />at the world's far end-- <br /> <br />you're both prepared to share in my adventures, <br />and any others which the gods may send me. <br />Back to my girl then, carry her this bitter <br />message, these spare words: <br /> <br />May she have joy & profit from her cocksmen, <br />go down embracing hundreds all together, <br />never with love, but without interruption <br />wringing their balls dry; <br /> <br />nor look to my affection as she used to, <br />for she has left it broken, like a flower <br />at the edge of a field after the plowshare <br />brushes it, passing.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-11/
