ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity.
Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost.
That you were made of is metal to make virgins.
Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by being ever kept is ever lost. ‘Tis too cold a companion. Away with’t! ‘Tis against the rule of nature.
He that hangs himself is a virgin; virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature.
Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese, consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose by’t.
Out with’t! Within ten year it will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase, and the principal itself not much the worse.
Away with’t! ‘Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying: the longer kept, the less worth.
Off with’t while ’tis vendible; answer the time of request.
Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion, richly suited, but unsuitable, just like the brooch and the toothpick, which wear not now. Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats drily. Marry, ’tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet ’tis a withered pear! Will you anything with it?