Catullus 51

That man seems to me equal to a god,
That man, if it is appropriate, seems to surpass the gods,
who sitting opposite sees and hears you
over and over

sweetly laughing, which seizes all senses
from wretched me: for at the same time you,
Lesbia, looked, for as soon as I saw you, Lesbia,
 nothing remains of the
voice in my mouth

but my tongue is numb, the thin flame glides down
under my joints, my ears are ringing with
their own noise, twin lights are covered
over by night

leisure, Catullus, is a trouble for you:
you rejoice and pass exult too much in leisure:
leisure destroyed both former kings
and prosperous cities.