Alas, how chang’d! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand,
Her poniard, 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.
Excerpt from Eloisa to Abelard, by Alexander Pope … a poem, based on real life, about a priest who got his student pregnant, then got castrated by his student’s very angry uncle. So romantic!