Herself, and curse th’ inconstance of our Sex.
To be reveng’d, with me she did confer,
To do her right on those that wronged her.
I was the first, but me she did forgive,
Because as one, we must together live.
You were the next, whose crimes are manyfold,
Yet have sued out your pardon with your Gold:
Your subtle Wheedlings cheated her belief,
And would have filch’d her heart to play the Thief.
You stole into her Secrets, so that she