O'ermuch these matrons know and they regard With willing glances this my vasty yard. 'Why be my parts obscene displayed without cover?' thou askest: Ask I wherefore no God careth his sign to conceal? Wieldeth the Lord of the World his thunderbolt ever unhidden, Nor is trident a-sheath given to the Watery God: Mars never veileth that blade whose might is his prevalent power, Nor in her tepid lap Pallas concealeth the spear: