She had grown in her unstained seclusion, bright and pure as a first opening lilac when it spreads its clear leaves to the sweetest dawn of May.
—James Gates Percival (1795–1856) American Poet, Surgeon, Geologist
Let the words of a virgin, though in a good cause, and to as good purpose, be neither violent, many, nor first, nor last.—It is less shame for her to be lost in a blushing silence, than to be found in a bold eloquence.
—Francis Quarles (1592–1644) English Religious Poet
Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss roses.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis (1806–67) American Poet, Playwright, Essayist
The honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616) British Playwright
A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.
—Jean Paul (1763–1825) German Novelist, Philosopher
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
—John Dryden (1631–1700) English Poet, Literary Critic, Playwright
A maiden never bold; of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion blushed at herself.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616) British Playwright
No padlock, bolts, or bars can secure a maiden so well as her own reserve.
—Miguel de Cervantes (1547–1616) Spanish Novelist
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