Call you by nature vicious? Nay
That hardly needs denying,
For such a thing I dare not say,
Besides, I love not lying.

From Pontia's flagon let me sup
If e'er I thought or said it,
Or even share Metilius' cup,
Although the boldest dread it.

By Cybele's mad retinue,
By every raving minion
In Isis' train, I hold of you
The contrary opinion.

I passed a trifling comment, far
From false or injudicious,
And called you, what you know you are,
Unnaturally vicious.