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.