Curs'd be their verse, and blasted all their bays,
Whose sensual lure th' unconscious ear betrays;
Wounds the young breast, ere virtue spreads her shield,
And takes, not wins, the scarce disputed field,
Tho' specious rhetoric each loose thought refine,
Tho' music charm in ev'ry labour'd line,
The dang'rous verse, to full perfection grown,
BAVIUS might blush, and QUARLES disdain to own.