To some fond woman’s sound strategic scheming!
Ponder—can crafts which men from want to plenty ship,
Be steered without an arduous apprenticeship?
Ponder! Nor blame my Jill if she disguises
Love’s disappointment in disapprobation.
If, Artemis in judgment now, she rises—
The outraged goddess, armed for flagellation—
And, with a voice whose every note comprises
Disgust, revolt, pain, virtue, indignation,
Drives from her father’s chaste, offended portals