9. Yes, brutal youth, it is the truth,
Your modesty is gone,
And could you blush, you'd think as much,
And curse what you have done.

10. To have done so some years ago,
Was counted more disgrace
Than 'tis of late to propagate
A spurious bastard race.

11. Quit human kind and herd with swine,
Confess yourself an whore;
Go fill the stye, there live and die,
Or never bundle more.

12. Shall gentlemen with ladies join
To practice like the brutes,
Then let them keep with cattle and sheep,
And fodder on their fruits.

13. This cursed course is one great source
Of matches undesigned,
Quarrels and strife twixt man and wife,
And bastards of their kind.

14. But in excuse of this abuse
It oftentimes is said,
Father and mother did no other
Than strip and go to bed.