"Chrestus, though not two hairs your scrotum deck, Though your prick's softer than the vulture's neck, Though your mild face, effeminate smooth and plump, Rivals the Pathic's prostituted rump, And girlish in your hairless thighs and hips. Art hides all trace of manhood in your lips; You talk of deeds the great, and good, and bold Have done, with stern pomposity, and hold Forth on the vices that corrupt the age; But while this virtuous war on vice you wage, If some bright lad, who's just outgrown his school, While thoughts of freedom swell his youthful tool, Come up, you lead aside the sprightly boy, And when replete of what you most enjoy, Your Cato's tongue would never dare confess t' us, How very much you had behaved like Chrestus."