Classic Poem

You carping knave who hate my frankness, note
These merry verses that Augustus wrote:
‘Since Fulvia's lord to Glycera transfers
His love, to me has Fulvia proffered hers;
Must I be proxy then, or if he plead
Play Jove with Manius for a Ganymede.
“'Tis love or war”, says Fulvia. Be it so
No hireling will I be. Blow, Trumpet, blow!’
So Caesar wrote—plain words and merry wit—
But when I follow, you object to it.