Chastity Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly.YOU MAY ALSO LIKE »Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.That’s a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.When valor preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?