"Sertorius what I say disproves,
For though his Bibula is poor, he loves.
True! but examine him; and on my life,
You'll find he loves the beauty, not the wife.
Let but a wrinkle on her forehead rise,
And time obscure the lustre of her eyes;
Let but the moisture leave her flaccid skin,
And her teeth blacken, and her cheeks grow thin;
And you shall hear the insulting freedman say:
'Pack up your trumpery, madam, and away!