Will’s caveat in an earlier thread against getting stuck in an iambic or dactylic rut could be neatly balanced by this pair of translations of Catullus, the English by Sir William Marris , and the Greek by yours truly
At non effugies meos iambos
You shan’t evade
These rhymes I’ve made
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ἐμον γ’ ἰαμβον οὐδαμως σβεσεις