Annals of Volusius, shitted papyrus,  Fulfill the vow of my girl.  For to the sacred Cupids and Venuses  She promised, if I were reconciled to her  and I stopped brandishing savage iambs,  that she would give the most select writings  of the worst poet to the lame-footed god  to be burned with unlucky firewood.  And in this way she saw that the worst girl  Wished humorously and charmingly to the gods.  Now, you who were born from the blue sea,  who dwell in the sacred Idalium and open Urium,  and in Ancona and reedy Cnidus,  and in Amathus and in Golgi,  and in Dyrrachium, shop of the Adriatic,  record this vow to have been accepted and returned,  if it is not uncharming and unwitty.  But you, meanwhile, go into the fire  full of rusticity and clumsiness,  annals of Volusius, shitted papyrus.  | Annālēs Volusī, cacāta carta,  vōtum solvite prō meā puellā.  Nam sanctae Venerī Cupīdinīque  vōvit, sī sibi restitūtus essem  dēsissemque trucēs vibrāre iambōs,  ēlectissima pessimī poētae  scrīpta tardipedī deō datūram  infēlīcibus ūstulanda lignīs.  Et hoc pessima sē puella vidit  iocōsē lepidē vovēre dīvīs.  Nunc, ō caeruleō creāta pontō,  quae sanctum Īdalium Ūriōsque apertōs  quaeque Ancōna Cnidumque harundinōsam  colis, quaeque Amathunta, quaeque Golgōs,  quaeque Durrachium Hadriae tabernam,  acceptum face redditumque vōtum,  sī nōn illepidum neque invenustum est.  At vōs intereā venīte in ignem,  plēnī rūris et īnfacētiārum  annālēs Volusī, cacāta carta.  | 36.1  36.2  36.3  36.4  36.5  36.6  36.7  36.8  36.9  36.10  36.11  36.12  36.13  36.14  36.15  36.16  36.17  36.18  36.19  36.20  |