Carmina - Part 38

Your Catullus is depressed, Cornificus,
And his angst and despair get worse by the hour;
And though it is the easiest thing in the world,
Have you sent one word to console him at all?
No. I am angry that you treat my love thus.
Send me only some little line of comfort
Though it be as sad as Simonides' tears.
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