Book I, Epigram 35: Ad Lesbiam

Lesbia thou sin'st still with an unpimp'd door,
And open, and nere cloak'st thy pleasure ore,
Thy peepers more than active friends delight,
Nor are thy joys in kind if out of sight:
But yet the common wench with veil and key
Strives to expell the witnesse far away
No chinck doth in a Brothel-house appear,
Of vulgar Strumpets learn this modest care,
Stews hide this filthinesse: but Lesbia see
If this my censure seem too hard to be?
I do'nt forbid thee to imploy thy prime,
But to be taken Lesbia, there's the crime.