[Copiae indulgentiarum de institutione festi Praesentationis beatae Mariae virginis concessarum]

placing her hope in prayer, seeking the judgment of the mind, not of man, offending no one, wishing well to all, rising to her elders, not envying her equals, fleeing boasting. When did she hurt her parents? When did she despise the humble? When did she mock the weak? When did she avoid the needy? Nothing stern in her eyes. Nothing bold in her words. Nothing shameless in her actions. Her gesture not too broken, her gait not too loose, her voice not too petulant, so that the very appearance of her body might become a reflection of her mind and a figure of integrity. For she is the one who gave glory to the heavens, God to the earth, and poured peace upon the nations; faith to vices, an end to life, order to habits, discipline to morals. O full of grace, bestowing drink not only on the boy Abraham but also on his camels from your overflowing pitcher referencing Rebekah, a type of Mary, how you are the true girl chosen and prepared by the Son of the Most High. Therefore, let the prophets offer virgins to the King, but after her; for she alone claims the primacy for herself. And although no one can be found worthy to praise the Mother of God, yet with vows...