What seemed in thee so perfect, that I thought 1180 No evil durst attempt thee, but I rue That error now, which is become my crime, And thou th’ accuser. Thus it shall befall Him who to worth in women overtrusting362 Lets her will rule; restraint she will not brook, 1185 And left to herself, if evil thence ensue, She first his weak indulgence will accuse. Thus they in mutual accusation spent The fruitless hours, but neither self-condemning,363 And of their vain contést appeared no end.
