Sonnet 413

Here unabashed by deeds that bring you shame,
When all believe you lured him to your bed;
You rail aloud that he defiled your name,
Demanding redress claim the marriage stead;
Affected tears do more than stain that breast
That has borne pleasure to a rake or two,
So why has not the former been your quest
Where female virtue hails but once to lose?
Is it perchance the others had no means,
No well-fixed purse on which pure love might grow,
No shekels sweet to further nuptial dreams
Or rank of note proud status might bestow?
You gave away your honor for a song
And now demand a kingdom for a wrong.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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