Othionis caput oppido est pusillum, et eri rustice semilauta crura,
subtile et leve peditum Libonis, si non omnia, displicere vellem
tibi et Sufficio seni recocto... irascere iterum meis iambis
inmerentibus, unice imperator.

Otho’s head is quite tiny,
and its owner’s legs loutishly unclean,
soft and delicate is Libo’s farting:
if not with all that, then let me displease you
with Sufficio, old age renewed...
again let my worthless iambics
rile you, our one and only general.