By paying with her body for the quest;
Conceding that, might lead a learned life,—
A licence vetoed to the legal wife,—
Might win great wealth, or build a lasting fame,
Not due to her the guilt that left the tinge of shame.
XIII.
What guilt was there, apportion it aright
To him who fixed the gages of the fight;
Blame man, who, reckless of the woman’s fate,
In greed for meaner pleasure lost the great;