The Comparison by Catullus The crowd of beauteous Quintia Prate: To me she is but fair and straight; So far I can comply. Those stated charms her form displays; But still the full, the general praise, Of beauteous I deny. No grain of sprightliness or grace In all her lofty form we trace. I Lesbia beauteous call; Who, stealing from the lovely host The separate charms each fair could boast, Herself united all.