Ovid,
Translation:Amores — Her Reply
“ In which a greedy guy would weep over his exhausted resources Therefore I felt that you are two-faced, in fact as well as in name The number itself was not of good omen What am I angry to pray (for) , except that rotten old age Gnaw away at you, and that your wax becomes white from foul neglect flete meos casūs: tristes rediere tabellae ”
