Of Latin and love

I had a sudden craving for fish and chips last night. I'm weird like that.

Anyway, I found this among some old notes from school:

Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
Soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis eum semel occidit brevis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
Da mi basia mille, deinde centum
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
Dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus invidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

For those who don't know Latin, Catullo was madly in love with Lesbia and wrote this poem for her. It's about living and loving and ignoring what other people may think of it. Lesbia was always cheating on him, though, and he suffered terribly, like he says in this poem:

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love. *sigh* Love has never been simple, has it?