Every harlot was a virgin once.
There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.
General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.