Book V, Epigram 41 (Ker)

Although you are more unmanned than a flaccid eunuch, and more effeminate than the Ganymede of Celaenae whose name the emasculated priest of the soul-maddening Mother howls, you talk of theatres, and rows of seats, and edicts, and gowns of purple stripe, and Ides, and clasps, and estates, and with a pumice-smoothed hand point at poor men. Whether you should sit on the knights' benches I will consider, Didymus: you can't sit on those of husbands.