Discretion

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Discretion

I’m told that men have sometimes got

Too confidential, and

Have said to one another what

They⁠—well, you understand.

I hope I don’t offend you, sweet,

But are you sure that you’re discreet?

’Tis true, sometimes my friends in wine

Their conquests do recall,

But none can truly say that mine

Are known to him at all.

I never, never talk you o’er⁠—

In truth, I never get the floor.