Though I Am Not Naturally

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.

I Am A Kind Of Burr; I Shall Stick.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?