Suggested by Horace

Never, my boy, so blush, and blink,
Or care a straw what people think,

If you by chance are seen to dally
With that sweet little creature Sally.
Lest by degrees you sidle from her.
I'll quote you Ovid, Horace, Homer.
If the two first are loose, there still is
Authority in proud Achilles;

And never, night or day, could be his
Dignity hurt by dear Briseis.

Altho' I take an interest
In having you and Sally blest,

I know those ancles small and round
Are standing on forbidden ground,

So fear no rivalry to you
In gentlemen of thirty- two.