Catullus 72

You once used to say that you knew only Catullus, Lesbia, and that (you) did not want to hold Jove before me. I esteemed you then not only as a the rabble his lover but as a father values his sons and sons-in-law. Now I know you: therefore even if I burn more exceedingly, you are yet much cheaper and more trivial to me. How can this be, you ask? Because such a wrong compels a lover to love more but wish less well.