g, Ravidus, on to my iambics?

What fell deity, most malign to listen,
Fires thy fury to quarrel unavailing?

Wouldst thou busy the breath of half the people? 5
Break with clamour at any cost the silence?

Thou wilt do it; a wretch that hop'd my darling
Love to fondle, a sure retaliation.

XLI.

Ameana, the maiden of the people,
Asks me sesterces, all the many thousands.

Maiden she with a nose not wholly faultless,
Bankrupt Formian, your declar'd devotion.

Wherefore look to the maiden, her relations: 5
Call her family, summon all the doctors.

Your poor maiden is oddly touch'd; a mirror
Sure would lend her a soberer reflexion.

XLII.

1.

Come all hendecasyllables whatever,
Wheresoever ye house you, all whatever.

I the game of an impudent adultress?
She refuse to return to me the tablets
Where you syllable? O ye can't be silent. 5
Up, have after her, ask renunciation.

Would ye know her? a woman, you shall eye her
Strutting loftily, whiles she laughs a loud laugh
Vast and vulgar, a Gaulish hound beseeming.
Form your circle about her, ask her, urge her. 10

'Hark, adulteress, hand the note-book over.
Hark, the note-book, adultress, hand it over.'

2.

What? you scorn us? O ugly filth, detested
Trull, whatever is all abomination.

Nay then, louder. Enough as yet it is not. 15
If this only remains, perhaps the dog-like
Face may colour, a brassy blush may yield us.
Swell your voices in higher harsher yellings,

'Hark, adulteress, hand the note-book over;
Hark, the note-book; adultress, hand it over.' 20

Look, she moves not at all: we waste the moments.
Change your quality, try another issue.
Such composure a sweeter air may alter.
'Pure and virtuous, hand the note-book over.'

XLIII.

Hail, fair virgin, a nose among the larger,
Feet not dainty, nor eyes to match a raven,
Mouth scarce tenible, hands not wholly faultless,
Tongue most surely not absolute refinement,
Bankrupt Formian, your declar'd devotion. 5
Thou the beauty, the talk of all the province?
Thou my Lesbia tamely think to rival?
O preposterous,