Guilty, because I bad you late be wise,
And to conceal your ulcers, did advise,
You laugh when you are touched, and long before
Any man else, you clap your hands, and roar,
And cry good! good! This quite perverts my sense,
And lies so far from wit, 'tis impudence.
Believe it, Guilty, if you lose your shame,
I'll lose my modesty, and tell your name.