You put out for Parthians, Germans and Dacians, Caelia; you don't mind sharing a bed with Cilicians or Cappadocians; you're f**ed by Memphitic sailors from the city of the Pharos, and by black Indians from beyond the Red waters; you don't mind the co*ks of circumcised Jews; the Alan tethers his Sarmatian horse at your door. You're a Roman girl: don't you fancy any Roman dicks? Martial, Epigrams 7.30. Translation published in Andrew Dalby, Empire of Pleasures (Routledge, 2000) p. 211 Das Parthis, das Germanis, das, Caelia, Dacis, Nec Cilicum spernis Cappadocumque toros; Et tibi de Pharia Memphiticus urbe fututor Navigat, a rubris et niger Indus aquis; Nec recutitorum fugis inguina Iudaeorum, Nec te Sarmatico transit Alan*s equo. Qua ratione facis, cum sis Romana puella, Quod Romana tibi mentula nulla placet?