To talk of me, she never fails.
Now, hang me, but for all her art,
I find that I have gained her heart.
My proof is this: I plainly see
The case is just the same with me;
I curse her every hour sincerely,
Yet, hang me, but I love her dearly.
Catullus (ca. 84 – 54 BC) Ancient Rome (Italy)
Translated by Jonathan Swift
Source: Poem of the Week
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