Postume, plorantem potuisti linquere Gallam, miles et Augusti fortia signa sequi? tantine ulla fuit spoliati gloria Parthi, ne faceres Galla multa rogante tua? si fas est, omnes pariter pereatis avari, et quisquis fido praetulit arma toro! tu tamen iniecta tectus, vesane, lacerna potabis galea fessus Araxis aquam.
Postumus, how could you leave Galla in tears and as a soldier follow the brave standards of Augustus? Was any glory from despoiling the Parthians worth so much, when your Galla was imploring you again and again not to go? Heaven pardon me, but perish all ye together that thirst for gain, and whoever prefers arms to a faithful wife! Yet you, madman, your cloak thrown over you as a hood, will drink from a helmet the water of Araxes when you are exhausted,
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