Woe was this wretched woman then begone; Her child cri’d, and she cried piteously: But blissful Mary help’d her right anon, For, with her struggling well and mightily, The thief fell overboard all suddenly, And in the sea he drenched 1691 for vengeánce, And thus hath Christ unwemmed 1692 kept Constánce.

O foul lust of luxúry! lo thine end! Not only that thou faintest 1693 mannë’s mind, But verily thou wilt his body shend. 1694 Th’ end of thy work, or of thy lustës blind, Is cómplaining: how many may men find, That not for work, sometimes, but for th’ intent To do this sin, be either slain or shent?