"Obliging Sir! I love you, I profess,
"But wish you lik'd Retreat a little less;
"Spirits like you, believe me, shou'd be seen,
"And (like  visit Courts, and Men.
"So much  (to speak plain Truth between us)
"You'll die of Spleen — Excuse me,
But as for  forgive me if I say,
No Lessons now are taught the  way:
Tho' in his Pictures Lust be full display'd,
Few are the Converts  has made;
And tho' the Court show  exceeding clear,
None shou'd, by my Advice, learn  there.