"Power, with his head uplifted to the skies,
His spear a sunbeam and his shield a star,
Like two bright-burning meteors rolls his eyes,
Stamps with his iron feet, and sounds to war.
She bends before his spear,
She rises from the shock,
Wielding her own in air.
"Hard as the thunder doth she drive it on;
Keen wit, cross muffled, guides it to his crown;