Book III, 8: On Sinne

How, how am I deceiv'd! I thought my bed
Had entertaind a faire, a beauteous Bride:
O, how were my beleeving thoughts misled
To a false Beauty, lying by my side!
Sweet were her Kisses, full of choyce delight;
My Fancy found no difference in the night.
I thought they were true Ioyes, that thus had led
My darkned Soule, But they were false Alarmes;
I thought I'd had faire Rachel in my Bed,
But I had bleare ey'd Leah in my armes:
How seeming sweet is Sin, whē cloathd with Night;
But, when discover'd, what a loathd delight.