[33] Unnatural monsters, familiar only with the poets.
Nay wanton kids devouring wolves may greet,
And wolves with loving lyonesses meet.
By different means is different love made known.
And each fond lover will prefer his own.
Strange lot of love! two friends, my soul's delight,
Men call that M----r, this a Catamite!
Yet bring him back; for who chaste roundelay
Shall sing, now B--ST--FF is driv'n away?
Who now correct, for modest Drury-lane,
Loose Wycherly's or Congreve's looser vein?
With nice decorum shunning naughty jokes,
Exhibit none but decent, dainty folks?[34]
Ah me! how wanton wit will shame the stage,
And shock this delicate, this virtuous age!