To a Gentleman Who Disordered a Lady's Handerchief, and Immediately Cut His Thumb

Your punishment is just, you must confess,
'Cause you the rules of chastity transgress.
Good heaven saw, and did the sight detest,
An impious hand upon a virgin's breast.
To expiate the fault that hand had done,
Blood runs in torrents from your wounded thumb;
Let this deter you from an act so rude,
Lest serpents sting you, when you next intrude.
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