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 | The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable |  |
xlvii
TO THE COUNTESSE OF SHREWSBURYE.
Playnlie I write because I will write true;
If ever Marie but the Virgin were
Meete in the realme of heaven a crowne to beare,
I, as my creed, believe that it is you!
If ever Marie but the Virgin were
Meete in the realme of heaven a crowne to beare,
I, as my creed, believe that it is you!
And for the world this Ile and age shall rue
The bloud and fire was shed and kindled heere,
When woemen of youre name the crowne did beare,
And youre high worth not crownd with honoure due.
The bloud and fire was shed and kindled heere,
When woemen of youre name the crowne did beare,
And youre high worth not crownd with honoure due.
But God, which meant for rebell fayth and sin
His foes to punish, and his owne to trye,
Would not youre sacred name imploy therein;
For good and bad he would should you adore,
Which never any burnt but with youre eye,
And maketh them you punish love you more.
His foes to punish, and his owne to trye,
Would not youre sacred name imploy therein;
For good and bad he would should you adore,
Which never any burnt but with youre eye,
And maketh them you punish love you more.
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