Dicebas quondam solum te nosse Catullum,
Lesbia, nec prae me velle tenere Iouem.
dilexi tum te non tantum ut vulgus amicam,
sed pater ut gnatos diligit et generos.
nunc te cognovi: quare etsi impensius uror,
multo mi tamen es vilior et levior.
qui potis est, inquis? quod amantem iniuria talis
cogit amare magis, sed bene velle minus.
Once you used to say that you knew only Catullus,
Lesbia, nor did you wish to hold Jove before me.
I loved you then, not just as a commoner loves his girl,
but as a father loves his sons and sons-in-law.
Now I know you: therefore, even if I burn the more,
to me you are nevertheless much less worthy and more trivial.
How is this possible, you ask? Because a hurt such as this
compels a lover to love more, but to respect less.
I find that my previous translation differs a bit. My strength and balance are returning after the events of the last month, albeit not as quickly as I would prefer. I have yet to return to my workshop, however, and look forward to getting back to my tinkering.
Thus, a meme from labelleizzy:
Your result for The Steampunk Archetype Test...
The Crazy Clockwork Tinkerer
9 Swashbuckling Engineer, 54 Crazy Clockwork Tinkerer, 40 Charming Noble, 8 Roguish Pirate, 0 Mechanical Fian and 25 Aetherist Bodger!
What is life? If something simulates life so well that no one knows that it is simulated and treats it like it were alive, would that be just like life? And if you were the one to create this simulated life, would that make you a god of some sort? Quite possibly, and that may be one of the many motivations behind your projects. Your clockwork mechanisms started off simple and cute, but as you attempted to replicate life in your machines, you created bigger mechanisms, golems of gears, that do your bidding. You are a genius, but a crazy genius.