Flavi, delicias tuas Catullo, ni sint illepidae atque inelegantes, velles dicere, nec tacere posses, verum nescio quid febriculosi scorti diligis: hoc pudet fateri.
Flavius, if it were not that your mistress is rustic and unrefined, you would want to speak of her to your Catullus; you would not be able to help it. But (I am sure) you are in love with some unhealthy-looking wench; and you are ashamed to confess it.
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