At times when men seek most repose and rest,
I yielded, and unlock'd her all my heart,
Who with a grain of manhood well resolv'd
Might easily have shook off all her snares:
But foul held me yok't 410
Her Bond-slave; O indignity, O blot
To Honour and Religion!
I yielded, and unlock'd her all my heart,
Who with a grain of manhood well resolv'd
Might easily have shook off all her snares:
But foul held me yok't 410
Her Bond-slave; O indignity, O blot
To Honour and Religion!
Milton
