"Try, Victor, try a woman's embrace, and let your prick learn an operation now unknown to it. The veil is woven for the bride, the virgin is ready, your affiancee will now cut the hair off your slaves. She will allow her eager husband to sodomise her once, while she dreads the first wounds of an untried weapon. Her nurse and her mother will not allow this to be done oftener, and they will say she is your wife, she is not your catamite. Oh what toil, what labours will you undergo, if a cunt is strange to you ! Therefore hand over the tyro to a Suburan school mistress she will make him a man: a virgin is not a good teacher.Victor, quit your hateful life, Henceforth pledged to marriage joys, Wed the long unthought of wife, And think of making, not abusing, boys! The veil is wov'n, the maidens come. And timid hope the bride engages. Who shall soon adorn your home. And turn your long-haired slaves to dapper pages. Prepare your weapon for the sheath Where sexual fondness bids it glide, Nor in the scabbard underneath Think, as your boyish loves, t' enjoy your bride: If at first but faint resistance Meet a wrong directed aim, Her mother will compel desistance And tell you, wives and boys are not the same. Then you'll toil, with ill feigned pleasure, Through paths to your desires unknown, Nor esteem a priceless treasure. The pretty virgin rosebud scarce full blown. First then, for instruction turn To some vet'ran venal beauty, She will teach, what you should learn, A woman's wants, a loving husband's duty."