Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And, like a quiverd nymph with arrows keen, May trace huge forests, and unharbourd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity. MiltonComus. L. 420.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lacky her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt. MiltonComus. L. 453.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listend round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear. TennysonGodiva. L. 53.