"Bring with you, besides divine favor,
My Fabullus, the choicest cuisine,
A flower of a girl, and wines, and wit,
And a boundless joy of living.
If you wish to have at my house soon
A superb dinner. Bring with you
These ingredients, my dear friend,
Because only spiders silver
Your Catullus's purse.
I will give you in return incorruptible affection
And, unmatched among all that is exquisite,
(A gift from Venus and her Cupids
To the darling I love) a fragrant
Ointment. And you, licked
By that perfume, will implore the Gods:
-Make me the Scent
Incarnate."
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