For they my sort to Strephon had betray’d,
And my weak heart his willing victim made:
The traitors, conscious of the treason
They had committed ’gainst my reason,
Looked down with such a bashful guilty fear,
As made their fault to every eye appear.
Though the first fatal look too much had done,
The lawless wanderers would still gaze on,
Kind looks repeat, and glances steal, till they
Had looked my liberty and heart away: