Carmen XCI (Cornish)

I hoped, Gellius, that you would be true to me in this miserable, this ruinous love of mine, not on the ground that I knew you, or thought that you were truly honourable or could restrain your mind from baseness or villainy, but because I saw that she, whose mighty love was consuming me; was neither mother nor sister of yours. And although I was connected with you by much familiar friendship, I had not thought that that was reason enough for you. You thought it enough: so much delight do you take in any vice in which there is something of dishonour.