The art of life has a pudency, and will not be exposed.

There is a pudency about friendship, as about love, and though fine souls never lose sight of it, yet they do not name it.

In each relief, a female nude looks away from us; the reliefs, too, almost seem to turn away in pudency.

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

Like the change In a brief moment on some maiden's cheek, Which from its fairness doth discharge the weight Of pudency, that stain'd it; such in her, And to mine eyes so sudden was the change, Through silvery whiteness of that temperate star, Whose sixth orb now enfolded us.