I love and yet I do not love
I am crazy and I am not crazy

Don’t seek, my friend, we cannot say
what end’s in store for you, for me:
don’t trust in vague astrology.
Better to shoulder what will be,
whether you soon will die, or stay
to watch the shore exhaust the sea.
So drink some wine while your hours flee,
put small trust in posterity,
and prune your hopes — but pluck the day.
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[lang_la]Nil nimium studeo, Caesar, tibi velle placere,
nec scire utrum sis albus an ater homo.[/lang_la]
I am not really keen to wish to please you, Caesar,
Nor to know whether you are black or white.

I am a servant of my Lord Ares,
but I also know well the lovely gift of the Muses

I felt a little ill and called Dr. Symmachus.
But you came with 100 medical students.
One hundred ice-cold hands poked and jabbed me.
I didn’t have a fever, Symmachus, when I called you,
but now I do.

The woman I love says there is no one
she would rather marry than me,
not if Jupiter himself asked her to do so.
She says… but what a woman
says tho her beloved this ought to be
written in wind and running water.