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In the well-witnessed Will haply by name did appear,
And ’spite impious hopes of baffled claimant to kinship
Startles the Vulturine grip clutching the frost-bitten poll.
Nor with such rapture e’er joyed his mate of snowy-hued plumage
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Dove-mate, albeit aye wont in her immoderate heat
Said be the bird to snatch hot kisses with beak ever billing,
As diddest thou:—yet is Woman multivolent still.
But thou ’vailedest alone all these to conquer in love-lowe,
When conjoindd once more unto thy yellow-haired spouse.
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Worthy of yielding to her in naught or ever so little
Came to the bosom of us she, the fair light of my life,
Round whom fluttering oft the Love-God hither and thither
Shone with a candid sheen robed in his safflower dress.
She though never she bide with one Catullus contented,
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Yet will I bear with the rare thefts of my dame the discreet,
Lest over-irk I give which still of fools is the fashion.
Often did Juno eke Queen of the Heavenly host
Boil wi’ the rabidest rage at dire default of a husband
Learning the manifold thefts of her omnivolent Jove,
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Yet with the Gods mankind ’tis nowise righteous to liken,
