Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part LXXXIX) lyrics

Gellius—he's full meagre. It is no wonder, a friendly Mother, a sister is his loveable, healthy withal. Then so friendly an uncle, a world of pretty relations. Must not a man so blest meagre abide to the last? Yea, let his hand touch only what hands touch only to trespa**; Reason enough to become meagre, enough to remain.