Graced with a crucifix: her slender wrists
870With praying beads were wreathed on sable twists.
Grave Piazella ushered her along,
Bravely attended with her choicest nuns,
Without drum, trumpet, or an armèd throng,
Or champing coursers, or the wide-mouthed guns.
Each held religion in some holy right,
With holy water which the devils fright.
Into the place of holy worship they
Ent'red where gaudy superstition was,