You will feast well with me, my Fabullus, in a few days, if the gods favour you,
provided you bring here with you a good and great feast, not forgetting a
radiant girl and wine and wit and all kinds of laughter. Provided, I say, you
bring them here, our charming friend, you will feast well: for your Catullus'
purse is full with cobwebs. But in return you will receive a pure love, or what
is sweeter or more elegant: for I will give you an unguent which the Venuses and
Cupids gave to my girl, which, when you smell it, you will entreat the gods to
make you, Fabullus, all Nose!
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