V.

For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run,[s] Nor made atonement when he did amiss, Had sighed to many though he loved but one,[t][24] And that loved one, alas! could ne'er be his. Ah, happy she! to 'scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss, And spoiled her goodly lands to gild his waste, Nor calm domestic peace had ever deigned to taste.