Carmina VI - Flavius, if it were not that your mistress

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.

Well then, whatever you have to tell, good or bad, let

me know it. I wish to call you and your love to the skies by

the power of my merry verse.