Book III, Elegy 16: Cerinthus Unfaithful (Postgate)

It is a pleasant thought that now in thy unconcern thou dost allow thyself so much at my expense, that I may not trip in some unhappy fit of folly. For thee toga and strumpet loaded with wool-basket may be worthier of thy preference than Sulpicia, Servius' daughter. But they are distressed in my behalf, to whom this is the greatest cause of pain, that I may yield my place to an ignoble rival.