|'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity:
She that has that, is clad in compleat 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, Bandit, or mountaineer
Will dare to soil her Virgin Purity.
Category: Chastity Author: John Milton Source: Comus
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