And, when found out, excuse themselves, pox cant them,
With Latin stuff, Perjuria ridet Amantûm.
I'm not book-learned, to know that word in vogue,
But I suspect 'tis Latin for a rogue.
I'm sure, I never heard that screech-owl hollowed
In my poor ears, but separation followed.
How can such perjured villains e'er be saved?
Achitophel's not half so false to David.[398]
With vows and soft expressions to allure,
They stand, like foremen of a shop, demure: