Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make, (156)
Pawning his honor to obtain his lust; (157)
And for himself himself he must forsake: (158)
Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust? (159)
When shall he think to find a stranger just,
When he himself himself confounds, betrays (161)
To slanderous tongues and wretched hateful days?