Carmina

O thing ridiculous, Cato, and funny, and worthy of your ears and of your laughter. Laugh, Cato, the more you love Catullus: the thing is ridiculous and too funny. Just now I caught a boy a-thrusting in a girl: and, so please you, Dione, for lack of a weapon I slayed him with my own rigidity.

Beautifully it fits the shameless sodomites, Mamurra and sexually submissive Caesar. It's no wonder: they share like stains—the one from the City, the other, Formian—which stay deep-marked and they can not be washed off. Debauched twins each, both learned, both in one bed, one not more than the other the greater greedier adulterer, allied rivals of the girls. Beautifully it fits the shameless sodomites.