The World of Courtesans c10.9

c10.9

*Which, as you know, is friend to every youth;*
*Remember, you are common as the flower*
*That grows beside the road; in bitter truth,*
*Your body has its price; your beauty's dower*
*Is his, who pays the market's current rate:*
*Then serve the man you love, and him you hate.*
(Ryder, *I. 31.*)