Classic Poem

You never guard or close the doors
To hide your pranks from observation,
And for those stolen joys of yours
Your confidant is all the nation.
Nay, those who see your wantonness
Delight you more than those who share it,
No pleasure pleases you unless
To all the world you can declare it.
From brazen ways pray, Lesbia, turn
And let the demi-mondaines teach you,
From Chioni or Ias learn
A show of virtue, I beseech you.
You think my censure harsh? Not so,
For if you follow my direction
I would not ask you to forgo
Your lovers, but to shun detection.