I.

That my Love was most Brutal, and to Blame,
In Forcing you, how (Dearest!) can you say?
Who, but to save you, both from Guilt, and Shame,
Your Honour, you'd have giv'n up, took away;
I Ravish'd thee so, but to save thy Fame;

II.

Nothing's your Crime, which was not your Intent,
Then I, by forcing to my Pleasure thee,
Did give thee Joy, thy Shame and Guilt prevent,
Of yielding too soon to my Love, or me;
Debauching thee, I thee prov'd Innocent;

III.

So, like the Kindest Lover, have I done,
Have made thee, with me, the whole Pleasure share,
Yet, wholly made our Mutual Crime my own,
Have thus, of thy Lost Honour, taken Care,
And sav'd it, tho' thy Maiden-head be gone;

IV.

To save your Honour, I have lost my own,
The Honour to be known, t'have conquer'd you;
Who, tho' I conquer'd, brag not what I've done,
Lose the next Joy to Love's Enjoyment so,
Which is, next having it, to have it known.