Gellius, what must that fellow deserve who contrives
With his mother, and sister to waste day and night,
Having thrown by his vest; or who basely deprives
His own uncle of ev'ry dear conjugal right?

Dost thou know the extent of his baseness, I say?
'Tis so great, that both Tethys, and Ocean in vain,
With their children the Nymphs, were each billow a sea,
Would attempt to wash out the indelible stain!

'Tis so great, 'tis a crime of such matchless offence!
That the wretch of all wretches is scarce more to blame,
Who, deaf to the dictates of nature and sense,
Lays his hand on himself, and bows down to his shame.