Hipônax Fr. 84 (trad.: Martin West)

            On the floor... undressing...
            we bit and kissed...
            keeping a look-out through the doors...
            in case... should catch us naked...
            She was eagerly...
            while I was fucking...
            pulling out to the tip, like skinning a sausage,
            saying to hell with Bupalus...
            Straightway she [pushed] me out, and I [brimmed over.]
            Now after our exertions we had [rest,]
            I... like a wrinkled sail...


            [Nota: em vez de traduzir este poema, fiz alguns versos numa variação livre sobre o tema e a história lendária de Hipônax.]