Catullus 37

Catullus 37 Barflies
In the tavern there are lustful brothers,
The brothers hang around the nine pillars,
You think that you alone have dicks,
You alone bid for them, that whatever girl is there,
Wants to lie with them and the rest he-goats?
Can it be that, you who sit unbroken, stupid
for a hundred ( two hundred, perhaps?), none of you intend to think
while I alone have two hundred time oral than the loungers?
But you think: I will not draw your whole face on the tavern and with it a dick.
The girl is mine, flee that of my curve,
She shall love none so great as her love,
For i wage war for the fight of her greatness,
Sit down over there. All this love is good and happy,
And indeed, that is unworthy,
All the little trifles and footpaths of adulterers;
Besides you all only have one long hair,
Son of the Celtiberians who abound in rabbits, Egnati,
They make their dark beards
And rub their teeth with urine like the Hiberus.