Beneath the warrior’s helm, behold
The flowing tresses of the woman!
Minerva, Pallas, what you will—
A winsome creature, Greek or Roman.
Minerva? No! ’t is some sly minx
In cousin’s helmet masquerading;
If not—then Wisdom was a dame
For sonnets and for serenading!
I thought the goddess cold, austere,
Not made...