Book IX, Epigram 36 (Ker)

The Phrygian boy, famed darling of the other Jove, had seen Ausonia's cupbearer with locks lately shorn, and said: "What thy Caesar, behold, has allowed his young attendant, that do thou, almighty ruler, allow thy own. Already early down lies hid by my long hair, already thy Juno laughs at me and calls me man." To whom Heaven's sire: "O sweetest boy," he said, "'tis not I refuse thy asking: 'tis very need refuses thee. My Caesar hath a thousand servants like to thee, and his hall, mighty as it is, scarce holds his youths divinely fair. But if shorn liair shall give thee face of man, what other shall there be to mix nectar for me?"