Frequent repetitions made him familiar with sin, and his bosom became proof against the stings of Conscience.

In these sentiments He was encouraged by Matilda; But She soon was aware that She had satiated her Lover by the unbounded freedom of her caresses.

Her charms becoming accustomed to him, they ceased to excite the same desires which at first they had inspired.

The delirium of passion being past, He had leisure to observe every trifling defect: Where none were to be found, Satiety made him fancy them.

The Monk was glutted with the fullness of pleasure: A Week had scarcely elapsed before He was wearied of his Paramour: His warm constitution still made him seek in her arms the gratification of his lust: But when the moment of passion was over, He quitted her with disgust, and his humour, naturally inconstant, made him sigh impatiently for variety.
Possession, which cloys Man, only increases the affection of Woman.
Matilda with every succeeding day grew more attached to the Friar.
Since He had obtained her favours, He was become dearer to her than ever, and She felt grateful to him for the pleasures in which they had equally been Sharers.