![Lord George Gordon Byron – from Don Juan: Canto 1, Stanzas 41-42](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6tmz3uHUIPi4EsJWFeGXB1i3xY1JRmRdHFV9f4d-ga3vaVejZUjiN6WM15ZSPbM39Cf_Lx9xqJvD8AKZ436njqX6fy95U-oTWUxEglbClOfpPsd1UACNmHD8PYhxFTW18kDT17JgQbs/d-rw/George-Gordon-Byron.jpg)
41
His classic studies made a little puzzle,
Because of filthy loves of gods and goddesses,
Who in the earlier ages raised a bustle,
But never put on pantaloons or bodices;
His reverend tutors had at times a tussle,
And for their Aeneids, Iliads, and Odysseys,
Were forced to make an odd sort of apology,
For Donna Inez dreaded the mythology.
42
Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him,
Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample,
Catullus scarcely has a decent poem,
I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example,
Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn
Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample:
But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one
Beginning with 'Formosum Pastor Corydon.'