Assisted by her handmaid, a bible she conceal’d,
And there she gain’d instruction, till God his love reveal’d.
No more she prostrates herself to pictures deck’d with gold;
But soon she was betrayed and her bible from her stole.
“I’ll bow to my dear Jesus, I’ll worship God unseen,
I’ll live by faith forever, the works of men are vain.
I cannot worship angels nor pictures made by men:
Dear Mother, use your pleasure, but pardon if you can.”
With grief and great vexation her mother straight did go
T’ inform the Roman clergy, the cause of all her wo.