God’s holy will and commandments she prized.
Braver and nobler than merciless foes,
Willing her limbs to the scourge to expose;
Weakly she sank not by anguish oppressed,
When cruel torture destroyed her fair breast.
Then her dark dungeon was filled with delight,
Peter the shepherd refreshed her by night;
Forth to her tortures rejoicing she went,
Thanking her God for the trials he sent.
Barbarous pagans, escaping their doom,