I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar’s trencher; nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey’s; besides what hotter hours, Unregist’red in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously pick’d out:—for I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
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Her vulgarity was a turnoff.
As if I’d ever given her grounds to believe I’d stoop to such vulgarity!