VI, lxvii

Cur tantum eunuchos habeat tua Caelia, quaeris, Pannyche? volt futui Caelia nec parere.

Your Celia keeps company with eunuchs:
Pannychus, do you find this odd?
It’s the child she hopes to be spared,
Pannychus, not the rod.

XI, xix

Quaris cur nolim te ducere, Galla? diserta es. saepe soloecismum mentula nostra facit.

Why don’t I marry you, Galla?
Because you’re a prude,
and my cock’s uppity, ill-bred
and shockingly rude.