"Who hath not Prudence"—what was it I said,
Of Her who paints her Eyes and tires Her Head,
And jibes and mocks the People in the Street,
And fawns upon them for Her thriftless Bread?
Accursed is She of Eve's daughters—She
Hath cast off Prudence, and Her End shall be
Destruction.... Brethren, of your Bounty grant
Some portion of your daily Bread to Me.