She shines, triumphant maid! - temptation-proof.
Then was I led to vengeful monks, who mix
With nymphs and swains, and play unpriestly tricks;
Then view’d banditti who in forest wide,
And cavern vast, indignant virgins hide;
Who, hemm’d with bands of sturdiest rogues about,
Find some strange succour, and come virgins out.
I’ve watch’d a wint’ry night on castle-walls,
I’ve stalk’d by moonlight through deserted halls,
And when the weary world was sunk to rest,