Must shew her purest sanctity of mind.
Yet all this discipline was ill bestow’d,
Her youthful mind still thought of flesh and blood;
And, to conceal it, still she strove in vain;
She often in her cell would loud complain
How hard the lot insisted to obey,
And wish’d some man would steal her soon away;
More than her beads she then would him adore,
And be contented with the name of WHORE.
The Abbess heard her as she pass’d by chance,