Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part XXI) lyrics

Sire and prince-patriarch of hungry starvelings, Lean Aurelius, all that are, that have been, That shall ever in after years be famish'd; Wouldst thou lewdly my dainty love to folly Tempt, and visibly? thou be near, be joking Cling and fondle, a hundred arts redouble? O presume not: a wily wit defeated Pays in scandalous incapacitation. Yet didst folly to fulness add, 'twere all one; Now shall beauty to thirst be train'd or hunger's Grim necessity; this is all my sorrow. Then hold, wanton, upon the verge; to-morrow Comes preposterous incapacitation.