Old Vibennius, of all the bath thieves thou first thief!
Of all monsters in lust, young Vibennius, thou chief!
This is gifted with hands that are ever rapacious,
That is gifted with parts that are full as voracious;
Then, o why don't ye both into banishment go,
And deservedly wander in deserts of woe?
Not a soul but the father's mean rapines must tell;
And thou, son, canst no longer thy infamy sell.