William Shakespeare on Chastity
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“My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors.”
“Chaste as the icicle That's curded by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.”
“But I might see young Cupid’s fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon,”
“Thy banks with pionèd and twillèd brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; ...”
“‘Now, by the Capitol that we adore, And by this chaste blood so unjustly stain’d, By heaven’s fair sun that breeds the fat earth’s store, By all our country rights in Rome maintain’d, And by chaste Lucrece’ soul, that late complain’d Her wrongs to us, and by this bloody knife, We will revenge the death of this true wife.’”