Lord, Make me chaste, but not yet

Lord, Make me chaste, but not yet

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

We romantic writers are there to make people feel and not think. A historical romance is the only kind of read more

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.

Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.

Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.

If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?

If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?

Give me chastity and continence, but not yet.

Give me chastity and continence, but not yet.

That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound.

That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound.

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand read more

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.

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so read more

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't
Might well have warmed old Saturn--that I thought her
As chaste as unsunned snow.