Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part XXVIII) lyrics

Starving company, troop of hungry Piso, Light of luggage, of outfit expeditious, You, Veranius, you, my own Fabullus, Say, what fortune? enough of empty masters, Frost and famine, a lingering probation? Stands your diary fair? is any profit Enter'd given? as I to serve a praetor Count each beggarly gift a timely profit. Trust me, Memmius, you did aptly finger My pa**ivity, fool'd me most supinely. Friends, confess it; in e'en as hard a fortune You stand mulcted, on you a like abashless Rake rides heavily. Court the great who wills it! Gods and goddesses evil heap upon ye,15 Rogues to Romulus and to Remus outcast.