Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Chastity
There’s a woman like a dew-drop,
She’s so purer than the purest.
Robert Browning—A Blot in the ’Scutcheon. Act I. Sc. 3.
That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound.
Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in France.
As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.
Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—Lucile. Pt. II. Canto VI. St. 16.
’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.
Milton—Comus. L. 420.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
Milton—Comus. L. 453.
Like the stain’d web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Moore—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.
If she seem not chaste to me.
What care I how chaste she be?
Sir Walter Raleigh. Written the night before his death.
My chastity’s the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors.
All’s Well That Ends Well. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 46.
The very ice of chastity is in them.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 18.
Chaste as the icicle
That’s curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian’s temple.
Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 66.
As chaste as unsunn’d snow.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 14.
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
Swift—Preface to one of Bishop Burnet’s Introductions to History of the Reformation.
Neque femina amissa pudicitia alia abnuerit.
When a woman has lost her chastity, she will shrink from no crime.
Tacitus—Annales. IV. 3.
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.
Tennyson—Godiva. L. 53.
Even from the body’s purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
Thomson—Seasons Summer. L. 1,269.