Dordona's martial maid is of a vein Right different from the gentle youth's, who sore Hammers and blunts the faulchion's tempered grain, Lest it his opposite should cleave or bore.
She whets her steel, and into it would fain Enter, that stripling to the quick to gore:
Yea, would such fury to her strokes impart, That each should go directly to his heart.
