Observing a Vulgar Name on the Plinth of an Ancient Statue

Barbarians must we always be?
Wild hunters in pursuit of fame?
Must there be nowhere stone or tree
Ungasht with some ignoble name?
O Venus! in thy Tuscan dome
May every God watch over thee!
Apollo! bend thy bow o'er Rome
And guard thy sister's chastity.
Let Britons paint their bodies blue
As formerly, but touch not you.
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