"Before your mouth was fringed with hair, All pricks might find a haven there. Till hangmen loathed a boy so common. And dead cart men preferred a woman. When gamahuche no longer paid. Your tongue was still your stock in trade, No more to suck, but to discharge Its venom on mankind at large; On character base slurs to fix. As once it had polluted pricks. Oh filthy tongue, you'd better far Be what you were than what you are!"