Classic Poem

Myself and my best loves to thee,
'Tis a small boon of modesty,
Aurelius, I commend;
Then spare, altho' thy pamper'd taste
May long for what is fresh and chaste,
The favourite of thy friend!

I mean not from the harmless throng,
Who busy walk the streets along,
Intent on sordid pelf;
But, from thy passion's rampant rage,
That dares both old, and young engage;
From thy lascivious self!

Let this one single instance be
Of thy surprising chastity;——
When gone, indulge thy flame:
But should thy lustful heat now dare
To wound me where I least can bear,
And cloath my head with shame;

Soon may the punishment, prepar'd
For such offence, be thy reward;
Expos'd to public view,
O, may thy legs be fitly tied,
Radish and mullets then applied
Inflict the torture due!