Even in this thought through the dark night he stealeth, (730)
A captive victor that hath lost in gain; (731)
Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth, (732)
The scar that will, despite of cure, remain; (733)
Leaving his spoil perplex'd in greater pain.
She bears the load of lust he left behind, (735)
And he the burden of a guilty mind.