A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.

An unattempted lady could not vaunt of her chastity.

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.

Even from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid.

When a woman has lost her chastity, she will shrink from no crime. [Lat., Neque femina amissa pudicitia alia abneurit.]