Henry Constable - To St. Margaret lyrics

Fair Amazon of heaven: who took'st in hand St. Michael & St. George to imitate: And for a tyrant's Love transformed to hate, Wast for thy lily faith retained in band: Alone on foot & with thy naked hand Thou did'st like Michael & his host: & that For which on horse armed George we celebrate: Whilst thou, like them, a dragon did'st withstand. Behold my soul shut in my body's jail, The which the Drake of hell gapes to devour; Teach me (o virgin) how thou did'st prevail: Virginity thou saiest was all thy Aid: Give me then purity instead of power, And let my soul, made chaste, pa** for a Maid.