Carmen LXIX (Cornish)

You need not wonder why no dainty woman cares to come to your arms, Rufus, not though you may shake her by the gift of a dress of fine texture, or some delightful transparent jewel. What hurts you is a slander that says you have the rank goat under your armpits: this is what they all fear, and no wonder; 'tis a horrid beast, and no bedfellow for a pretty girl. Then kill that which so cruelly outrages our noses, or wonder no more why they run away.