105729Eu'n in this thought through the dark-night he stea-(leth,

730A captiue victor that hath lost in gaine,

731Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth,

732The scarre that will dispight of Cure remaine,

733Leauing his spoile perplext in greater paine.

734 Shee beares the lode of lust he left behinde,

735 And he the burthen of a guiltie minde.

106736Hee like a theeuish dog creeps sadly thence,

737Shee like a wearied Lambe lies panting there,

738He scowles and hates himselfe for his offence,

739Shee desperat with her nailes her flesh doth teare.

740He faintly flies sweating with guiltie feare;

741 Shee staies exclayming on the direfull night,

742 He runnes and chides his vanisht loth'd delight.

107743He thence departs a heauy conuertite,

744Shee there remaines a hopelesse cast-away,

745He in his speed lookes for the morning light:

746Shee prayes shee neuer may behold the day.

747For daie, quoth shee, nights scapes doth open lay,

748 And my true eyes haue neuer practiz'd how

749 To cloake offences with a cunning brow.