Note 584 — Chapter XV · CATULLUS.
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'Calvus, if those now silent in the tomb Can feel the touch of pleasure in our tears For those we loved, who perished in their bloom, And the departed friends of former years: Oh then, full surely thy Quintilia's woe. For the untimely fate that bade ye part, Will fade before the bliss she feels to know How very dear she is unto thy heart.'—Martin.