soldieress

— Born to uphold creation in that honour First nature styled it in, shrunk thee into The bound thou wast o'erflowing, at once subduing Thy force and they affection; soldieress, That qually canst poise sternness with pity, Whom now I know hast much more power on him Than ever he had on thee, who ow'st his strength And his love too, who is a servant for The tenor of thy speech, dear glass of ladies: Bid him that we, whom flaming war doth scorch, Under the shadow of his sword may cool us.