Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part XCVIII) lyrics

Asks some b**by rebuke, some prolix prattler a judgment? Vettius, all were said verily truer of you. Tongue so noisome as yours, come chance, might surely on order Bend to the mire, or lick dirt from a beggarly shoe. Would you on all of us, all, bring, Vettius, utterly ruin? Speak; not a doubt, 'twill come utterly, ruin on all.