Catulle
To whom am I to present my pretty new book, freshly
smoothed off with dry pumice stone? To you, Cornelius: for
you used to think that my trifles were worth something, long
ago when you took courage, you alone of Italians, to
set forth the whole history of the world in three
volumes, learned volumes, by Jupiter, and laboriously
wrought. So take and keep for your own this little book,
such as it is, and whatever it is worth; and may it, O Virgin
my patroness, live and last for more than one century.