ABSTRACT
Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell, Receiv'd the weapons of the sky; 10
'What well? what weapon? (Flavia cries) A standish, steel and golden pen;
It came from Bertrand's, not the skies; 15 I gave it you to write again.
Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell, Receiv'd the weapons of the sky; 10
'What well? what weapon? (Flavia cries) A standish, steel and golden pen;
It came from Bertrand's, not the skies; 15 I gave it you to write again.