XCII

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XCII

Prostitutes

Behold the women that desire a man for the sake of his gold and not for the sake of love: their cajoleries will lead only to misery.

Behold the women who speak honeyed words, but whose thoughts are ever fixed on their own profit: consider their ways and keep them at a distance.

The prostitute pretendeth love when she embraceth her lover: but in her heart she feeleth even as one who hath touched a stranger dead body in a dark room.

Behold the men whose hearts are inclined to deeds of purity: they defile themselves not with the touch of harlots.

Behold the men who add deep study to a clear understanding: they defile themselves not with the touch of women whose charms are free to all.

Behold the men that have a regard for their own good: they touch not the hand of wantons who put up their lewd charms for sale.

Behold the men who are light-minded: they will seek the women who embrace with the body while their heart is somewhere else.

Behold the men who have not a discriminating understanding: the embraces of wily women are to them even as the fascination of the siren of the solitudes.

The soft arms of the well-decked harlot are the filthy ditch wherein contemptible fools drown themselves.

Women of two hearts, drink, and the dice-table, these are the delights of men when fortune forsaketh them.