"My Deerest Mistresse"
My deerest Mistresse, let us live and love,
And care not what old doting fooles reprove.
Let us not feare their sensures, nor esteeme,
What they of us and of our loves shall deeme.
Old ages critticke and sensorious brow
Cannot of youthful dalliance alow,
Nor never could endure that wee should tast,
Of those delights which they themselves are past.
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by Gaius Valerius Catullus (c. 84-54 BCE) translated by William Corkine, 1612 See The Oxford Book of Classical Verse in Translation, ed. Adrian Poole and Jeremy Maule; Oxford University Press: 1995  the letter C  Something else (this-a-way)  Something or other (that-a-way)  Out of the Woods  "Wedgwood" This site copyright (c) by Thomas Bolt. All rights reserved. |