Sign of love: to lesbia

Lesbia always speaks ill of me, never shuts up
about me: damn me if she doesn’t love me.
What’s the sign? Because it’s the same with me: I’m
continually complaining, but damn me if I don’t love her.

—Catullus (Gaius Valerius Catullus)

Catullus 92, translated by A. S. Kline

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