Catullus Imitated. Ep. . Poem by Nicholas Amhurst

Before her Husband, Lesbia calls me Names,
And at the Lewdness of the Town exclaims;
This tickles the poor Cuckold to the Life,
And he thanks Heav'n for such a virtuous Wife.
Contented Fool!--indeed you reason wrong,
If she were virtuous, she would hold her Tongue;
Scandal and Noise her Virtue do not prove,
But are the Marks of unextinguish'd Love
Still, in her Veins, the wanton Itch prevails,
And, in the madness of her Lust, she rails.