Catullus 77

Rufus trusted friend to me in vain and to no avail

(in vain? rather with a great price and with trouble),

Thus you crept under me and consuming my intestines

alas, you snatched away all our good things from miserable me?

Alas, alas, you snatched away cruel poison

of our life, alas, alas plague of our friendship.

Rufe mihi frustra ac nequiquam credite amice

(frustra? immo magno cum pretio atque malo),

sicine subrepsti mi atque intestina perurens

ei misero eripuisti omnia nostra bona?

Eripuisti, heu heu nostrae crudele venenum

vitae, heu heu nostrae pestis amicitiae.

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