Under the craggy rocks and champian did
[900]A roadway lie, from vulgar prying hid.
This darksome path they usually did tread
To traffic with their she-sequest'red zeal,
With whom for curtain-dalliance oft they plead.
But their success my muse dares not en-neale.
These loving sportings are not faults: the sin
Is when our walls keep not the scandal in.
Amongst the holy men that hither came,
To join their issue with the sisterhood,