“Fabulla claims as her own the hair she buys!
Hey Paul—wouldn’t you say that she lies?
Iurat capillos esse, quos emit, suos
Fabulla: numquid illa, Paule, peierat
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“You make fake hair with gel, Pheobus—
Your filthy scalp is covered with drawn-in hair
You don’t need to summon a barber for that head:
A sponge can give you a better shave, Phoebus.”
Mentiris fictos unguento, Phoebe, capillos
et tegitur pictis sordida calua comis.
Tonsorem capiti non est adhibere necesse:
radere te melius spongea, Phoebe, potest.
