Thais

'Loose-brideled'? Pest! Methinks, thought I have suffered this, that none the less I'd now be glad to have her. Sing to me, goddess, sing of such an one as she: audacious, beautiful, and plausible withal; she does you wrongs; she locks her door; keeps asking you for gifts; she loveth none, but ever makes pretense. Communion with the bad corrupts good character.⁠a