Poetry, like chastity, can be carried to far

The poetry is all in the anticipation, for there is none in reality

Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.

A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

An unattempted lady could not vaunt of her chastity.

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.