Sonnet XVI -- From Catullus - For Terena

	Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris
	    nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior -- Catullus

I hate and love and hate again in turn,
While ever and anon my love I waste.
The fires of my passion inly burn
Consuming from within with rav'nous haste.

Why might it be that things do thusly fare?
Why do I scar myself against this flame?
I do not know wherefore my motives are.
I cannot tell you where may lay the blame.

I feel these things, they wound me to the quick:
Unbidden pains which senseless seem to me.
And would I had the will to choose and pick --
Lay hold to peace and end this agony.

	With love and hate the pain returns once more:
	Odi et amo et excrucior.