Catullus

“ Because my girl, who fled my lap,
having been loved as much as no other will ever be loved,
for whom by me great wars were fought,
sits together with them in that place.
This one you fine and well-to-do fellows,
all of you, love, and – which is undeserved indeed –
all small-time thugs and alleyway adulterers;
Above all others, you, one of the long-haireds,
son of your bunny-filled borderlands,
Egnatius, whom a dark beard
and teeth scoured with Spanish piss make a fine gent. ”