Sublime

Silence would now be criminal: The whole City shall be informed of your incontinence. I will unmask you, Villain, and convince the Church what a Viper She cherishes in her bosom.'

Go then, and pass that dangerous bourn Whence never Book can back return:

them, and our joys become divine and blameless! Unnatural were your vows of Celibacy; Man was not created for such a state; And were Love a crime, God never would have made it so sweet, so irresistible!

Fool that I was, to trust myself to your seductions! What can now be done? How can my offence be expiated?