A Bevy Of Fair Women.

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

That Power Which Erring Men Call Chance.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

Yet Much Remains To Conquer Still; Peace Hath Her Victories No Less Renowned Then War, New Foes Arise Threatening To Bind Our Souls With Secular Chains: Help Us To Save Free Conscience From The Paw Of Hireling Wolves Whose Gospel Is Their Maw.