To me that man seems like a god in heaven, <br />seems--may I say it?--greater than all gods are, <br />who sits by you & without interruption <br /> watches you, listens <br /> <br />to your light laughter, which casts such confusion <br />onto my senses, Lesbia, that when I <br />gaze at you merely, all of my well-chosen <br /> words are forgotten <br /> <br />as my tongue thickens & a subtle fire <br />runs through my body while my ears deafened <br />by their own ringing & at once my eyes are <br /> covered in darkness! <br /> <br />Leisure, Catullus. More than just a nuisance, <br />leisure: you riot, overmuch enthusing. <br />Fabulous cities & their sometime kings have <br /> died of such leisure.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-51/
