Alfenus, you neglect and cheat your friends;
I needed help – you shunned me – I’d been good
to you, who have betrayed me. Heaven should
bring all fair-weather friends to sticky ends
And will. In what friends can men place their trust
when I have trusted you, who told me that
you were my loving friend? You dumped me flat
when I was wretched, who once said I must
rely on you above all else. You may
treat oaths as clouds the winds break up, erase
me from your mind and never leave a trace.
The gods remember broken trust. One day
Good Faith herself will rattle at your door
and it’s with her you’ll settle up the score.