Scenes of lewd loves, and of polluted joys;
Where their vast courts the mother-strumpets keep,
And, undisturbed by watch, in silence sleep.[428]
Near these a nursery erects its head,
Where queens are formed, and future heroes bred;
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Where unfledged actors learn to laugh and cry; }
Where infant punks their tender voices try, }
And little Maximins the gods defy. }
Great Fletcher never treads in buskins here,