Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part VI) lyrics

But that, Flavius, hardly nice or honest This thy folly, methinks Catullus also E'en had known it, a whisper had betray'd thee. Some she-malady, some unhealthy wanton, Fires thee verily: thence the shy denial. Least, you keep not a lonely night of anguish; Quite too clamorous is that idly-feigning Couch, with wreaths, with a Syrian odour oozing; Then that pillow alike at either utmost Verge deep-dinted asunder, all the trembling Play, the strenuous unsophistication; All, O prodigal, all alike betray thee. Why? sides shrunken, a sullen hip disabled, Speak thee giddy, declare a misdemeanour. So, whatever is yours to tell or ill or Good, confess it. A witty verse awaits thee And thy lady, to place ye both in heaven.