Was but a fraud: her mate never a touch of her had,
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But that a father durst dishonour the bed of his firstborn,
Folk all swear, and the house hapless with incest bewray;
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Or that his impious mind was blunt with fiery passion
Or that his impotent son sprang from incapable seed.
And to be sought was one with nerve more nervous endowèd,
Who could better avail zone of the virgin to loose.