Just a bit of silly rhyming fun at the expense of the dour lechers who've slandered Leontium through the ages.
To Boccaccio: A Rebuke
I mark it, sir, and wonder at it dully,
To find the lady's name maligned so fully
On evidence begot anecdotálly;
A pond'rous load to hang by such a pulley!
Was our Leontium so fierce a bully,
Who sent him off peripateticálly
Pouting, old Theophrastus; when her volley
Charmed a grudging kindness out of Tully?
And have you, sir, the gall to say she sullied?
Who scattered bastards all across Itály!