Dixerat ‘o mores! o tempora!’ Tullius olim,
    sacrilegum strueret cum Catilina nefas,
 cum gener atque socer diris concurreret armis
    maestaque civili caede maderet humus.
 Cur nunc ‘o mores!’ cur nunc ‘o tempora!’ dicis?
    quod tibi non placeat, Caeciliane, quid est?
 Nulla ducum feritas, nulla est insania ferri;
    pace frui certa laetitiaque licet.
 Non nostri faciunt tibi quod tua tempora sordent,
    sed faciunt mores, Caeciliane, tui.
 

So what if Cicero wailed “You absolute shower!”
When Catiline's whispers turned politics sour,
And Caesar and Pompey each attacked the other
And son killed father and brother his brother?
Why now does the same cry come from you,

Caecilianus? Is it true
That you itch the scab of the past
Now we’re blessed with a peace that will last?
If you think our age's morals below par,
old fella, we’ve you to thank for where they are.