Sparrow, my sweet girl’s delight, <br />whom she plays with, holds to her breast, <br />whom, greedy, she gives her little finger to, <br />often provoking you to a sharp bite, <br />whenever my shining desire wishes <br />to play with something she loves, <br />I suppose, while strong passion abates, <br />it might be a small relief from her pain: <br />might I toy with you as she does <br />and ease the cares of a sad mind<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-for-lesbia-s-sparrow/
