Book IX, Epigram 6 (Ker)

To thee, Conqueror supreme of Rhine, and parent of the world, O modest Prince, the cities give their thanks: population shall they have; to bring forth is at last no crime. The boy, mutilated by the grasping slave-dealer's art, does not lament the loss of his ravished manhood, nor does a needy mother give her prostituted infant the pittance which the haughty pander is to count out. The modesty which erewhile befoi'e thee not even the marriage-bed possessed, now by thy means even a brothel begins to show.