And her sole care to please the queen of heaven.
None e’er approached her, save the pure and good:
Her promised spouse; that monk who near them stood;
Her viceroy uncle, and some guardian nun
Were all she e’er had seen by moon or sun.
No amorous forms, by wanton art designed,
Had e’er inflamed her blood, or stained her mind;
No hint in books, no coarse or doubtful phrase
E’er bade her curious thought explore the maze
No glowing dream by memory’s pencil drawn