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Do not, like a purse-dog,

like a show pony, bare

your infirm affection for

everyone in the colosseum

to see. Better for them

to guess at your secret

desires, your lusts

and ambition, better

for them to detect in

your stride some adroit

manner, in your eye

some devious shine, and think:

I should be careful

around this one.

They should.

Better for you to know,

and be thinking, there is

a tangle of passages

and thruways intricate

as arteries teeming under

the gladiatorial contest.