Ye Jurors, can his word be true?
Tempted, in his own defence,
To feign another's crime to you.
When venial crimes in Love's gay spring,
Prompt the youthful Female's sigh;
When her roses all take wing,
And Matrons sage her plight descry;
Blushing, weeping, she'll confess
The fault her faded cheeks discover:
But, to make her crime the less,