previous next


This said, he sets his foot upon the light, (674)

For light and lust are deadly enemies: (675)

Shame folded up in blind concealing night, (676)

When most unseen, then most doth tyrannize. (677)

The wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb cries;
Till with her own white fleece her voice controll'd (679)

Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold:

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: