Chapter 1494 of 1964 · 62 words · ~1 min read

LXII.

There's also nightly, to the uninitiated, A peril--not indeed like Love or Marriage, But not the less for this to be depreciated: It is--I meant and mean not to disparage The show of Virtue even in the vitiated-- It adds an outward grace unto their carriage-- But to denounce the amphibious sort of harlot, _Couleur de rose_, who's neither white nor scarlet.