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l Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio: sed fieri sentio, et excrucior. I hate and I love. Why do I do so you perhaps ask. I cannot say; but I feel it to be so, and I am tormented accordingly. CATULLUs—Carmina. LXXXV. (See also MARTIAL) 2 There's no love lost between us. CERVANTEs—Don Quirote. Bk. IV. Ch. 13. FIELDING—Grub Street. Act I. Sc. 4. GARRICK–Correspondence. (1759) GoLDsMITH-She Stoops to Conquer. Act IV. BEN JONsoN—Every Man Out of His Humour. Act II. Sc. 1. LE SAGE-Gil Blas. Bk. IX. Ch. VII. As trans. by SMollett.