No one who could ruin or plunder my faith ever crossed my path, and so the dignity of my piety was preserved.

Here, the poet uses a touch of delightful irony to reflect on their own virtue. They confess that their piety and saintly reputation survived not out of steadfast spiritual willpower, but simply because they never met a beloved captivating enough to tempt them to lose control. Beneath the humble pretense of honor lies a playful, wistful regret of a heart that was never truly swept away by passion.