GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.3.11-3.3.25 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.3.11-3.3.25

As if she ne'er had sinn'd ; and heav'n, ('tis plain)Suff'ring the fairer sex to break their vows,To the superior pow'r of beauty bows.T' inforce my credit to her perjuries,Oft would she swear by those persuasive eyes;As if that charm had been too weak to move,Sh'as added mine;-tell me, ye pow'rs above,Why all this pain ? why are these guiltless eyesFor her offence th' atoning sacrifice ?Was't not enough Andromeda has died,An expiation for her mother's pride ?Is't not enough, that unconcern'd you see(Vain witnesses for truth, for faith, for me,)Such an affront put on divinity,Yet no revenge the daring crime pursue,