Carmina

For no other reason, Gellius, did I hope for your faith to me in this our unhappy, this our desperate love, (not because I knew you well or thought you constant or able to restrain your mind from a shameless act), but because I saw this girl whose love kept knawing at me was neither your mother nor your sister. And although I have had many mutual dealings with you, I did not believe this case to be enough cause for you. You considered it enough: so great is your joy in every kind of wrongdoing in which there is some vice.