Give me back my manly vigour, my black hair and ureceded brow
give me back the sweetness in my voice, my musical laugh,
the grief i knew in my cups when the delicious Cinara left me.

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret
et mala perrumpet furtim fastidia victrix.
(Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, she'll come right back,
Victorious over your ignorant confident scorn.)