To whom do I send this fresh little book <br />of wit, just polished off with dry pumice? <br />To you, Cornelius: since you were accustomed <br />to consider my trifles worth something <br />even then, when you alone of Italians <br />dared to explain all the ages, in three learned <br />works, by Jupiter, and with the greatest labour. <br />Then take this little book for your own: whatever <br />it is, and is worth: virgin Muse, patroness, <br />let it last, for more lives than one.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dedication-to-cornelius/
