Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part LXXXI) lyrics

What? not in all this city, Juventius, ever a gallant Poorly to win love's fresh favour of amorous you, Only the lack-love signor, a wretch from sickly Pisaurum, Guest of your hearth, no gilt statue as ashy as he? Now your very delight, whose faithless fancy Catullus Banisheth, Ah light-reck'd lightness, apostasy vile!