Classic Poem

Blab not what you ought to smother;
Honour's laws should sacred be.
Boasting favours from another
Ne'er will favours gain with me.
But, inspir'd with indignation,
Sooner I'd lead apes in hell
E'er I'd trust my reputation
With such fools that kiss and tell.

He who finds a hidden treasure
Never should the same reveal;
Him whom beauty crowns with pleasure,
Cautious, should his joy conceal.
Him with whom my heart I'll venture
Shall my fame from censure save:
One where truth and prudence centre,
And as secret as the grave.