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I'll traduce you, accuse you, and abuse you,

Soft Aurelius, e'en as easy Furius.

You that lightly a saucy verse resenting,

Misconceit me, sophisticate me wanton.

Know, pure chastity rules the godly poet,

Rules not poesy, needs not e'er to rule it;

Charms some verse with a witty grace delightful?

'Tis voluptuous, impudent, a wanton.

It shall kindle an icy thought to courage,

Not boy-fancies alone, but every frozen

Flank immovable, all amort to pleasure.

You my kisses, a million happy kisses,

Musing, read me a silky thrall to softness?

I'll traduce you, accuse you, and abuse you.