| | Posted on Sun Dec 04, 2011 21:02:09 | |
| | You used to say that you knew only Catullus, Lesbia, nor did you wish to hold Jupiter before me. Back then, I loved you not so much like the common people love their girl friend, but like a father loves his sons and sons in law. Now I’ve got you figured out, Therefore even if I burn more violently, you are much cheaper and more worthless to me. How is this possible? Because such an injury forces a lover to love more, but to wish well, less.
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