Guardians of the sheep and of their tender offspring, the lambs,
You look for fire? Come here; do you look for it? This man is fire.
If I but touch with my finger, I will immediately set the forest on fire
and all the herd is flame, everything wherever I look.
Qunitus Lutatius Catulus:
My soul has fled from me; I imagine, as usual, to Theotimus
it has gone. Thus
it is. It has that refuge.
What if I had not forbidden him to let that fugitive in.,
but rather to throw him out?
We will go to find him, but I fear that we ourselves may be held.
What do I do? Venus, give you advice.
The two poems are quoted by Aulus Gellius, Attic Nights 19.9.13-14.