Of wicked craft”—“Then let it here remain;
For we must guard it by a sure defence, 120
And not professions of your innocence;
For that’s the way, whatever you suppose,
To slip your neck within the ready noose.”
Thus, my beloved friend, a girl, if wise,
Upon her Prudence, not her Truth, relies;
It is confess’d, that not the good and pure
Are in this world of calumny secure—
And therefore never let a lass rely