"Perhaps ill Verses, ought to be confined, In mere good Breeding, like unsavory wind. Were Reading forced, I should be apt to think Men might no more write scurvily than stink. But 'tis your choice, whether you'll read or no; If likewise of your smelling it were so, I'd Fart, just as I write, for my own ease, Nor should you be concerned unless you please."*
* Rochester, "An Epistolary Essay from M. G. to O. B. upon Their Mutual Poems