Boethius in the 6th Century writing in prison and imagining the good lady Philosophy helping his soul out after he was deluded by the Muses of Poetry:

“Who,” she demanded, her piercing eyes alight with firs, “has allowed these hysterical sluts to approach this sick man’s bedside? These are the very women who kill the rich and fruitful harvest of Reason with the barren thorns of Passion.”