 | The poems of John Marston |  |
Peace, stay, it is, it is, it is, even shee
Hayle happy honors of Nobilitye
Did never Saturne see? or nere see such?
what shoulde I style you? what choise phrase may touch
or hope in wordes such wondrous grace to sute,
whose worth doth wante an equall attribute.
Lett never Mortall wondring Scilence breake
since to expresse you, Gods themselues must speake
Hayle happy honors of Nobilitye
Did never Saturne see? or nere see such?
what shoulde I style you? what choise phrase may touch
or hope in wordes such wondrous grace to sute,
whose worth doth wante an equall attribute.
Lett never Mortall wondring Scilence breake
since to expresse you, Gods themselues must speake
| The poems of John Marston | |