Catullus 35

Papyrus, I would that you tell Caecilius, the tender poet, my comrade, to come to Verona, leaving the walls of Novum Comum and the shore of Larius Lacus: for I want him to hear some thoughts of his friend and mine. Therefore, if he is wise, he will eat up the road, however thousands of times a fair girl calls him back as he goes, and, throwing both hands around his neck, asks him to delay. Who now, if true things are reported to me, loves him to death with wild love: for from which time she read his unfinished mistress of Dindymus, from that time wretched little fires have been eating (lit. eat) her inner marrow. I forgive you, girl wiser than the Sapphic muse: for Caecilius’ Great Mother is charmingly unfinished.