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...