There's a woman like a dew-drop, She's so purer than the purest.

As pure as a pearl, And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.

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.

A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

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.