Can there be no one in all these people, Iuventius,
no nice man you might begin to like,
besides that guest of yours, yellower than a gilded statue,
from the environs of deadly Pesaro,
who pleases you now, whom you dare to prefer
to me, and do who knows what with?

Nemone in tanto potuit populo esse, Iuventi,
bellus homo, quem tu diligere inciperes.
praeterquam iste tuus moribunda ab sede Pisauri
hospes inavrata palladior statua,
qui tibi nunc cordi est, quem tu praeponere nobis
audes, et nescis quod facinus facias?