That thou dost shorten thy long Nights with Wine,
We all forgive thee, for so Cato did;
That thou writ'st Poems without one good Line,
Tully's Example may that Weakness hide;
Thou art a Cuckold, so great Caesar was;
Eat'st till thou spew'st, Antonius did the same;
That thou lovst Whores, Jove loves a bucksom Lass;
But that th'art whipt, is thy peculiar Shame.
To Sergius
Thou'lt fight, if any Man call Thebe Whore;
That she is thine, what can proclaim it more.

So far as we know, he never became a dirty old man. In fact, he reformed with age. In 1687, he inspired the best description of impotence ever written, in a letter from Etherege to Dryden:
"I am apt to think that you have 'bated something of your mettle since you and I were Rivalls in other matters, tho' I hope you have not yet attain'd the perfection I have heard Sir Charles Sydlie brag of, which is that when a short youth runs quick through every veine and puts him in minde of his ancient prowesse, he thinks it not worth while to bestow motion on his et cetera muscle."
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