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 sung