As eras change, so do maxims.  In our own time we have seen so many supposed "truths"decimated.  However, one which persists, for some curious reason,  is the idea of the whore with a heart of gold.  In my musical, Amo, Amas, Amat, I show how it was as

much of a lie in ancient Rome as it is today.  Hearts of Gold is sung by six prostitutes
plying their trade on the Appian Way.
 
 

 
 

Hearts of Gold

All of us come out to play
As soon as it is night;
Here we are on the Appian Way
Dispensing sweetness and light.
A Roman girl has got it made
Once she learns the truth about her chosen trade.

We may be liars
And we may be cold,
We may wheel and deal,
We may be tough as steel,
But we’ve hearts of gold.

We’ve hearts of gold
Cause we’ve heard it from the sages;
We’ve hearts of gold
And it echoes down the ages.

He may get taken,
And he may get rolled;
We may lay a trap
And he may get the clap,
But we’ve hearts of gold.

We’ve hearts of gold
Or so the poets tell us;
We’ve hearts of gold
That’s why wives are always jealous!

We may bamboozle
And we may withhold,
We may coo and purr
While we prefer a “her”,
But we’ve hearts of gold.

We’ve hearts of gold,
We’ve a lovely reputation;
We’ve hearts of gold
And it lingers through the nation.
And as the eras pass,
You can bet your ass,
We’ll still have hearts of gold!
 
 

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