Aufillena, bonae semper laudantur amicae:
accipiunt pretium, quae facere instituunt.
tu, quod promisti, mihi quod mentita inimica es,
quod nec das et fers saepe, facis facinus.
aut facere ingenuae est, aut non promisse pudicae,
Aufillena, fuit: sed data corripere
fraudando officiis, plus quam meretricis auarae
quae sese toto corpore prostituit.
Aufillena, there's girls I love and praise,
I give them presents and they come across
Put out a bit. I'm really at a loss.
It isn't fair at all. So many ways
you've got things out of me, so often teased
with hints you'd soon deliver and be nice.
It's a transaction and I've paid your price.
I hoped we had a deal, thought you were pleased.
Some girls are chaste, and that's all right with me,
they're not part of this game that we have played.
But rules are rules – you broke them, I'm afraid
that bit by bit you've sold your chastity.
Give me good value like an honest whore
and fuck me senseless. I'll respect you more.