Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Marry in haste, repent at leisure.
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.