I am the daughter of Fortitude and ravished every hour from my youth. For behold, I am Understanding, and science dwelleth in me; and the heavens oppress me.
They covet and desire me with infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stars, and covered with the morning clouds.

My feet are swifter than the winds, and my hands are sweeter than the morning dew. My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling place is in myself. The Lion knoweth not where I walk; neither do the beasts of the field understand me. I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I sanctify and am not sanctified.

Happy is he that embraceth me: for in the night season I am sweet, and in the day full of pleasure. My company is a harmony of many symbols, and my lips sweeter than health itself. I am a harlot for such as ravish me and a virgin with such as know me not.

Purge your streets, O ye sons of man, and wash your houses clean; make yourselves holy, and put on righteousness. Cast out your old strumpets and burn their clothes and then I will bring forth children unto you and they shall be the Sons of Comfort in the age that is to come…