A book of women's verse

by Unknown

So all of your bright Sex must yield to You.

Lord Roscommon pictured himself surrounded by lions on some Lybian plain:

The Magick of Orinda’s name,

Not only can their fierceness tame,

But, if that mighty word I once rehearse,

They seem submissively to roar in Verse.

A pseudonymous lady, more vehement than her subject, argued that environment (she didn’t know the word) made all the difference between the sexes:

Trained up to Arms, we Amazons have been,

And Spartan Virgins strong as Spartan Men: