Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) - 2.7.3. lyrics

‘Another man's wife tempted you: a who*e caught Davus. Which of our sins more deserves the gallows? When Nature Goads me fiercely, she who naked in the lamplight Feels the flicking of a distended tail, or wildly, With her bu*tocks, urges on the stallion she rides, Won't send me off disgraced, or anxious lest some richer Or more handsome rival's also watering there. While when you've shed your badges of rank, your knight's ring, Your Roman clothes, and no longer a worthy, step out As Dama the servant, hiding your perfumed hair Under a cowl, aren't you the slave you pretend to be? Anxious, you gain admittance, body trembling with fear That vies with your lust. What matter whether you sell yourself To be seared by the lash, k**ed by the sword, or are shut Shamefully in her mistress' chest by a knowing maid, Cowering, with head between your knees? Hasn't the husband Of a sinful wife with lawful powers over both, more Power over her seducer? Not for her to forgo Her clothes or rank, and take the lead in sinning, since she's A woman, frightened, not able to trust a lover. It's ‘wise' you who goes under the yoke, committing Self, wealth, reputation and life, to her furious lord.'