Rufus, it is no wonder if yet no woman a**enting Softly to thine embrace tender a delicate arm. Not tho' a gift should seek, some robe most filmy, to move her; Not for a cherish'd gem's clarity, lucid of hue. Deep in a valley, thy arms, such evil story maligns thee, Rufus, a villain goat houses, a grim denizen. All are afraid of it, all; what wonder? a rascally creature, Verily! not with such company dally the fair. Slay, nor pity the brute, our nostril's rueful aversion. Else admire not if each ravisher angrily fly.