measure for measure

What's this? what's this? is this her fault or mine?

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?

Ha!

Not she, nor doth she tempt; but it is I

That, lying by the violet in the sun,

Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,

Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be

That modesty may more betray our sense

Than woman's lightness?

-Act II Scene II

March.I never counted on.....March.