Oh shame! To point out our impending destruction; the crime

Of Persia enacted anew; in his puberty's bloom

The man child is kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife,

Is forced to the calling of Venus; delayed and hedged round

The hurrying passage of life's finest years is held back

And Nature seeks Nature but finds herself not. Everywhere

These frail-limbed and mincing effeminates, flowing of locks,

Bedecked with an infinite number of garments of silk

Whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers to snare,

Are eagerly welcomed! From African soil now behold

The citron-wood tables; their well-burnished surface reflects

Our Tyrian purples and slaves by the horde, and whose spots

Resemble the gold that is cheaper than they and ensnare

Extravagance. Sterile and ignobly prized is the wood

But round it is gathered a company sodden with wine;