Poor Catullus, cease your folly and give up for lost what you see is lost.

So a maiden, while she remains untouched, remains dear to her own; but when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls

It is as truly folly for the poor to ape the rich, as for the frog to swell, in order to equal the ox

Human folly does not impede the turning of the stars.

We . . . lost track by playing some poor shots.

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness