Mullet and radish shall pierce and grate, When feet-bound, haled through yawning gate. TO AURELIUS AND FURIUS IN DEFENCE OF HIS MUSE'S HONESTY I'll . . . you twain and . . . Pathic Aurelius! Fúrius, libertines! Who durst determine from my versicles Which seem o'er softy, that I'm scant of shame. For pious poet it behoves be chaste Himself; no chastity his verses need;