"As no less cruel and less hard to abide He deemed a woe which caused such piteous smart, Than had he seen a hostile hand his side Lay bare, and from his bosom pluck his heart:
Dead-white with jealous fear his cheek is dyed, Through doubt of his fair consort while apart;
And in the mode he deems may best avail, He supplicates her not in faith to fail, LXXXIV
"Nor beauty, to his wife the husband cries, Nor noble blood, nor fortune, are enow To make a woman to true honour rise, Save chaste in name and deed; subjoining how The virtue that mankind most highly prize Is that which triumphs after strife; and now Through his long absense, a fair field and wide Is opened where that virtue may be tried.