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Lesbia heaps upon me foul words, her spouse being present;
Which to that simple soul causes the fullest delight.
Mule! naught sensest thou: did she forget us in silence,
Whole she had been; but now whatso she rails and she snarls,
Not only dwells in her thought, but worse and even more risky,
Wrathful she bides: which means, she is afire and she fumes!
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Catullus
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