Classic Poem

Forbidding Cato with your rigid frown,
And old Fabricius daughters, get you gone;
And masked Conceit, and stiff Propriety
And all that in the darkness we put by.
Ho for the Saturnalia, my boys!
Ours under Nerva are permitted joys.
Read crabbed Santra, if you so incline;
But let me be; this little book is mine.