Beauty that loves public display should not be disgraced for unfaithfulness, as its claim to chastity is confirmed by the seal of a hundred watching eyes.

Here, the poet uses delicious irony to poke fun at a beloved who loves the limelight yet insists on claiming modesty and virtue. The poet wittily remarks that their claim of purity is authenticated not by reserve, but by the 'stamp' of a hundred admiring eyes that have feasted upon them. It is a sharp, playful critique of vanity, capturing the paradox of someone whose innocence is supposedly certified by the very gaze of the crowd.