I br Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection br We shall get ourselves rather disliked. br br II br Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect br The very excellent term Rusticus. br Let us apply it in all its opprobrium br To those to whom it applies. br And you may decline to make them immortal, br For we shall consider them and their state br In delicate br Opulent silence. br br III br Come, my songs, br Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities- br Beginning with Mumpodorus; br And against this sea of vulgarities br Beginning with Nimmim; br And against this sea of imbeciles br All the Bulmenian literati.