Carmina

Come, Silo, either return me my ten thousand sesterces, and then be to your content surly and boorish: or, if you like the money, please stop being a pimp—and being surly and boorish.

Do you believe that I could curse my life, she who is dearer to me than are both my eyes? I could not, nor if I could, would my love be so desperate: but you and Tappo make a monstrosity out of everything.