Dialogues of the Dead (19.3)

Yet this great love for rich, childless old men is there for all to see.

Now I understand your beauty, you old wonder; it came from the golden Aphrodite.

And no small enjoyment, Simylus, my lovers have brought me; I was almost worshipped by them. Often I would be coy, and occasionally bar my door to some of them, but they would vie with each other in their zeal for my affection.

But what decision did you make about your property in the end?

I would keep saying in public that I had left each of them as my heir, and each would believe me, and show himself more assiduous than ever in his flattery; but all the time my real will was different and I left them—instructions to go to the devil one and all.