LVII

A beautiful meeting of shameful lovers,

Mamurra and penetrated Caesar.

It’s no surprise: there are similar stains on both,

The one a City dye, the other Formiae,

Stamped on them and not removed.

Equally sickly, twins, the two of them,

Both delicately versed on one little bed,

One no more voracious an adulterer than the other,

Allied in their rivalry over little girls.

A beautiful meeting of shameful lovers.