Controller and chastiser, under Victory masked.

She hugged him in them, feared the scourge they meant,

Yet blindly hugged, and hungering built his throne.

So may you see the village innocent,

With curtsey of shut lids and open mouth,

In act to beg for sweets expect a loathly stone:

See furthermore the Just in his measures weigh

Her sufferings and her sins, dispense her meed.