TO AURELIUS—HANDS OFF THE BOY!To thee I trust my loves and me,(Aurelius!) craving modesty.That (if in mind didst ever longTo win aught chaste unknowing wrong)Then guard my boy in purest way.From folk I say not: naught affrayThe crowds wont here and there to runThrough street-squares, busied every one;But thee I dread nor less thy penisFair or foul, younglings' foe I ween is!Wag it as wish thou, at its will,When out of doors its hope fulfil;Him bar I, modestly, methinks.But should ill-mind or lust's high jinksThee (Sinner!), drive to sin so dread,That durst ensnare our dearling's head,Ah! woe's thee (wretch!) and evil fate,Mullet and radish shall pierce and grate,When feet-bound, haled through yawning gate.

TO AURELIUS AND FURIUS IN DEFENCE OF HIS MUSE'S HONESTYI'll . . . you twain and . . . Pathic Aurelius! Fúrius, libertines!Who durst determine from my versiclesWhich seem o'er softy, that I'm scant of shame.For pious poet it behoves be chasteHimself; no chastity his verses need;Nay, gain they finally more salt of witWhen over softy and of scanty shame,Apt for exciting somewhat prurient,In boys, I say not, but in bearded menWho fail of movements in their hardened loins.Ye who so many thousand kisses sungHave read, deny male masculant I be?You twain I'll . . . and . . .

OF A "PREDESTINED" HUSBANDColony! fain to display thy games on length of thy town-bridge!There, too, ready to dance, though fearing the shaking of crazyLogs of the Bridgelet propt on pier-piles newly renewèd,Lest supine all sink deep-merged in the marish's hollow,So may the bridge hold good when builded after thy pleasureWhere Salisúbulus' rites with solemn function are sacred,As thou (Colony!) grant me boon of mightiest laughter.Certain a townsman mine I'd lief see thrown from thy gangway