Alexander Pope
Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lyes!
Where, where was Eloisa? her voice, her hand,
Her poinard, had oppos'd the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was common, common be the pain.
I can no more; by shame, by rage, suppress'd,
Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest.