Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part XCVI) lyrics

If to the silent dead aught sweet or tender ariseth, Calvus, of our dim grief's common humanity born; When to a love long cold some pensive pity recals us, When for a friend long lost wakes some unhappy regret; Not so deeply, be sure, Quintilia's early departing Grieves her, as in thy love dureth a plenary joy.