William Butler Yeats
Bald heads, forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
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That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
All shuffle there, all cough in ink;
All wear the carpet with their shoes;
All think what other people think;
All know the man their neighbour knows.
Lord, what would they say
Did their Catullus walk their way?
Pedicabo ego uos et irrumabo
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi...
Andrew: A Challenge
This is Cattullus’ name for the line of eleven syllables that he uses in no less than forty of the epigrams I-LX. The first line of his libellus represents its most usual form, opening with a spondee, i.e. two long syllables; the last syllable of the line in this and the other metres he uses can be indifferently long or short.
Cui do|no lepidum|nouum|libellum?
“Return my napkin then or expect
Three hundred hendecasyllables”