Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part L) lyrics

Dear Lucinius, yestereve we linger'd Scrawling fancies, a hundred, in my tablets, Wits in combat; a treaty this between us. Scribbling drolleries each of us together Launched one arrowy metre and another, Tenders jocular o'er the merry wine-cup. So quite sorely with all your humour heated Gay Lucinius, I that eve departed. Food my misery could not any lighten, Sleep nor quiet upon my eyes descended. Still untamable o'er the couch did I then Turn and tumble, in haste to see the day-light, Hear your prattle again, again be with you. Then, when weary with all the worry, numb'd, dead, Sank my body, upon the bed reposing, This, O humorous heart, did I, a poem Write, my tedious anguish all revealing. O beware then of hardihood; a lover's Plea for charity, dear my friend, reject not: What if Nemesis haply claim repayment? She is tyrannous. O beware offending.