Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.

Invitas nullum nisi cum quo, Cotta, lavaris et dant convivam balnea sola tibi mirabar quare numquam me, Cotta, vocasses: iam scio me nudum displicuisse tibi.

You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.

You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.