Catullus 40

What evil intention drives you, wretched little Ravidus, headlong into my iambs? What gods, not well called, prepares to excite frenzied quarrels for you? Or (do you do this) to arrive in the face of the crowd? What do you want? Do you hope to be well-known by whatever means? You will be, since the time when you wanted to love my love(s) with a long penalty.