Your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats drily.
Virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon.
To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers, which is most infallible disobedience.
That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. ’Tis too cold a companion: away with ’t!
Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost.