“The Harlot’s House. We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot’s house. Inside, above the din and fray, We heard the loud musicians play The ‘Treues Liebes Herz’ of Strauss.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
If you would not step into the harlot's house, do not go by the harlot's door. — Thomas Secker Copy Share Image
