Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part CXVI) lyrics

Oft with a studious heart, which hunted closely, requiring Sk** great Battiades' poesies haply to send, Laying thus thy rage in rest, lest everlasting Darts should reach me, to wound still an a**ailable head: Barren now I see that labour of any requital, Gellius; here all prayers fall to the ground, nor avail. No; but a robe I carry, the barbs, thy folly, to muffle; Mine strike sure; thy deep injury they shall atone.