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As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.
As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.
We romantic writers are there to make people feel and not think. A historical romance is the only kind of read more
We romantic writers are there to make people feel and not think. A historical romance is the only kind of book where chastity really counts.
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so read more
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't
Might well have warmed old Saturn--that I thought her
As chaste as unsunned snow.
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the read more
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple--dear Valeria!
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the
very ice of chastity is in them.
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the
very ice of chastity is in them.
Mine honor's such a ring;
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors,
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Mine honor's such a ring;
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors,
Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world
In me to lose.
When a woman has lost her chastity, she will shrink from no
crime.
[Lat., Neque femina amissa pudicitia read more
When a woman has lost her chastity, she will shrink from no
crime.
[Lat., Neque femina amissa pudicitia alia abneurit.]
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a read more
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,
May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths,
Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds;
Where, through the sacred rays of chastity,
No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer,
Will dare to soil her virgin purity.
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?
