Perhaps that be a whore you see.
Or perhaps a young, virginal, unmarried maiden
Is just a woman of the night not yet made:
Who has yet to put dirt on her white gown,
Or money in her fair pocket.

You can judge a book by its cover
But the cover is usually far cleaner,
Or far dirtier than its contents.
And many a dirty whore have a snaggletoothed grin;
Which when compared to her deeds are unworthy of her
Heart of untainted gold.

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