The Instructor 3.2.5

a beast rolling about. Such, it seems to me, are the women who wear gold, practicing the curling of their locks, rubbing ointments on their cheeks, painting their eyes, dyeing their hair, and contriving the rest of their effeminacy: adorning the fleshly enclosure, truly Egyptian-like, to attract superstitious lovers. But if one draws back the curtain of the temple, I mean the headdress, the dye, the clothing, the gold, the rouge, the cosmetics, that is, the web woven of them [the curtain], expecting to find true beauty within, he will be disgusted, I know well. For he will not find dwelling within the image of God, which is worthy of regard; instead a harlot and adulteress has occupied the inner shrine of the soul, and the true beast will be exposed, an ape smeared with white lead; and that deceitful serpent, eating through the intellectual part of the human being by vainglory, has the soul as its hole. Filling everything with deadly poisons and belching out the venom of its own error, this procurer, the dragon, has changed women into harlots (for love of finery belongs not to a wife but to a courtesan). They care little for keeping house with their husbands, but loosening their husband's purse they turn his means to their desires, so that they may have many witnesses to their seeming beautiful; and all day long, sitting by the dressing table,