The topic's tender, so shall be my phrase—
Perhaps the season's chill, and their long station
In Winter's depth, or want of rest and victual,
Had made them chaste;—they ravished very little.
CXXIX.
Much did they slay, more plunder, and no less
Might here and there occur some violation
In the other line;—but not to such excess
As when the French, that dissipated nation,