But she hath lost a dearer thing than life, (688)
And he hath won what he would lose again: (689)
This forced league doth force a further strife; (690)
This momentary joy breeds months of pain; (691)
This hot desire converts to cold disdain:
Pure Chastity is rifled of her store, (693)
And Lust, the thief, far poorer than before.