Catullus - Catullus (Part XXVI) lyrics
Draughts, dear Furius, if my villa faces, 'Tis not showery south, nor airy wester, North's grim fury, nor east; 'tis only fifteen Thousand sesterces, add two hundred over. Draft unspeakable, icy, pestilential!
Draughts, dear Furius, if my villa faces, 'Tis not showery south, nor airy wester, North's grim fury, nor east; 'tis only fifteen Thousand sesterces, add two hundred over. Draft unspeakable, icy, pestilential!