 | The poems of John Marston |  |
Madam,
See what a change the spiritt of your Eyes,hath wroughte in vs, Hence dullr Saturne flies,
& wee that were the ghost of woe & Earth,
are all transform'd vnto the soule of Mirth,
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But those who owe yow theirs by Natures right
From whome vouchsafe this present. Tis a woorke
wherein strange miracles & wonders lurke
| The poems of John Marston | |