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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On fidelity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't ask you to be faithful - you're beautiful, after all -<br> but just that I be spared the pain of knowing.<br>I make no stringent demands that you should really be chaste, <br> but only that you try to cover up.<br>If a girl can claim to be pure, it's the same as being pure: <br> it's only admitted vice that makes for scandal.<br>What madness, to confess by day what's wrapped in night, <br> and what you've done in secret, openly tell! <br>The hooker, about to bed some Roman off the street<br> still locks her door first, keeping out the crowd: <br>will you yourself then make your sins notorious, <br> accusing and prosecuting your own crime? <br>Be wise, and learn at least to imitate chaste girls, <br> and let me believe you're good, though you are not.<br>Do what you do, but simply deny you ever did: <br> there's nothing wrong with public modesty.<br>There is a proper place for looseness: fill it up<br> with all voluptuousness, and banish shame; <br>but when you're done there, then put off all playfulness<br> and leave your indiscretions in your bed.<br>There, don't be ashamed to lay your gown aside<br> and press your thigh against a pressing thigh; <br>there take and give deep kisses with your crimson lips; <br> let love contrive a thousand ways of passion; <br>there let delighted words and moans come ceaselessly, <br> and make the mattress quiver with playful motion.<br>But put on with your clothes a face that's all discretion, <br> and let Shame disavow your shocking deeds.<br>Trick everyone, trick me: leave me in ignorance; <br> let me enjoy the life of a happy fool.<br>Why must I see so often notes received - and sent? <br> Why must I see two imprints on your bed, <br>or your hair disarrayed much more than sleep could do? <br> Why must I notice love bites on your neck? <br>You all but flaunt your indiscretions in my face.<br> Think of me, if not of your reputation.<br>I lose my mind, I die, when you confess you've sinned; <br> I break out in cold sweat from hand to foot; <br>I love you then, and hate you - in vain, since I must love you; <br> I wish then I were dead - and you were too! <br>I won't investigate or check whatever you try<br> to hide: I will be thankful to be deceived.<br>But even if I catch you in the very act<br> and look on your disgrace with my own eyes, <br>deny that I have seen what I have clearly seen, <br> and my eyes will agree with what you claim.<br>You'll win an easy prize from a man who wants to lose, <br> only remember to say, 'I didn't do it.'<br>Since you can gain your victory with one short phrase, <br> win on account of your judge, if not your case.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  - translated from the Latin by Jon Corelis</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ovid">Ovid</a><div class=q>
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