OF LESBIA's HUSBAND.Lesbia heaps upon me foul words her mate being present;
Which to that simple soul causes the fullest delight.
Mule! naught sensest thou: did she forget us in silence,
Whole she had been; but now what so she rails and she snarls,
Not only dwells in her thought, but worse and even more risky,
Wrathful she bides. Which means, she is afire and she fumes.