The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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The Knowne Angell
Long have I now bin told What Angells doe,
Their Bewty, favor, goodnesse of Natur too;
This is but fayth; beleefe doth make it true;
But never sawe or knew any but you.
Nay, were those Glories crusht into one forme,
Compar'd to yours but a ruff, boystrous Storme.
Nay, were their Essence, Virtue's highest prise,
Sett but by your's, their Virtues would seeme Vice;
Their Soules such sinfull spotted lepars all,
With deform'd bodys, ready for to fall;
Their Naturs, but compair'd to yours, so Evill,
Sinfull dispaire would turne Each to a Divell.
Presumption damn'd them first, though it seeme odd
That Evry Angell thought to be a God;
An Easyer Matter they might thinke to be,
Then in their soles and bodys like to thee:
So now Dispaire would damn them; pray you, then,
Though Angells Damnes, save mee a Mortall man.
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