From “Penelopes Complaint: Or, A Mirrour for wanton Minions.
To his most dear friend P. C.—S. D.
Why seeks she titles, boasts she riches, why—Avisa?
Is she with thy Penelope to vie?
The one renowned, revered, true to her own: Avisa
An unknown woman from a place unknown.
The one spouse of a prince of glorious name: Avisa
Child of an innkeeper, wife of the same.
The one is chaste, her husband being away: Avisa
Chaste when he is at home, by night and day.
The one through twice ten years strong to endure: Avisa
Through scarce as many days could be kept pure.
The one to a hundred lords refused her hand: Avisa
The force and prayers of seven could scarce withstand.
The one would spin until her task was done: Avisa
Ne'er tired the spinning-wheel with what she spun.
The one to the Greeks and Romans praise: Avisa
Has but one man her name and fame to raise.
Long live Penelope and flourish fair: Avisa
May never with Penelope compare.