"When you enter the door of the numbered room, whether a boy or a girl has attracted you, you are not content with the door and the curtain and the bolt; but you order far greater secresy for yourself. If there is a suspicion of the least crevice, it is daubed out, and so are the punctures made by a wanton's bodkin. No one, Cantharus, is so delicate and so uneasily modest who either sodomises or fucks.When Suburan dens you enter And securely bolt the door— Door whereon the painted number Marks the calling of a whore, Whether boy or girl allure you Bolt and door will not suffice, Nor the heavy hanging curtain Satisfy a mind so nice; If the smallest crack or crevice Find a place the wall within, Plugged it must be like the peep hole Punctured by the wanton's pin; Cantharus, no man's so modest, From what place or race lie comes. Who to please his passions, only Fucks or sods, or cunts or bums."