Da Mi Basia Mille By Catullus

This poem is one quoted in Outlander and the Latin title is inscribed in Claire’s ring from Jamie though she doesn’t realize it until she shows the ring to Roger and Brianna in hopes of proving her tale of time-travel to be true. This is not something used in the show except in the Season Finale of Season Two where Claire remembers saying the words with Jamie when she visits Lallybroch in 1948.

CATULLUS (84?-54? BC)

Although Catullus is today considered the greatest lyric poet of ancient Rome, very little is known about his life. He was born to a well-to-do family in Verona and lived during the same time as did the statesmen Caesar, Pompey, and Cicero–all of whom he knew. They and others are addressed by him in his poems, works that show an intense capacity for love, hate, and insult. Only 113 poems have survived. Of these, 57 are short poems, ranging in length between five and 25 lines, except for one of 34 lines. There are eight longer poems of from 48 to 408 lines in four different meters. The collection closes with 48 epigrams, brief poems of two to 12 lines. The most memorable of Catullus’ work consists of his love poems in honor of Lesbia, whose real name was Clodia. His poetry strongly influenced poets of the following century: Virgil and Horace imitated him, and Ovid and Martial praised and commemorated his work.

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The Original:

Vivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis 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 inuidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

English Version By Richard Crashaw (1612/3-1649)

Lines from Dragonfly in Amber episode are underlined:

Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,

What the sowrest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dyes to day
Lives againe as blith to morrow,
But if we darke sons of sorrow
Set, then, how long a Night
Shuts the Eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
an Hundred, and a Thousand more,
Till another Thousand smother
That, and that wipe off another.
Thus at last when we have numbered
Many a Thousand, many a Hundred;
Wee’l confound the reckoning quite,
And lose our selves in wild delight:
While our joyes so multiply,
As shall mocke the envious eye.