The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable | ||
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TO OUR BLESSED LADY.
Sovereigne of Queenes! if vayne ambition move
My hart to seeke an earthly prynce's grace;
Shewe me thy Sonne in his imperiall place,
Whose servants reigne our kynges & queenes above.
My hart to seeke an earthly prynce's grace;
Shewe me thy Sonne in his imperiall place,
Whose servants reigne our kynges & queenes above.
And if alluryng passions I doe prove
By pleasyng sighes, shewe me thy lovely face;
Whose beames the angells' beuty do deface,
And even inflame the seraphins with love.
By pleasyng sighes, shewe me thy lovely face;
Whose beames the angells' beuty do deface,
And even inflame the seraphins with love.
So by ambition I shall humble bee,
When in the presence of the highest kynge
I serve all his, that he may honour mee.
And love my hart to chaste desyres shall brynge,
When fayrest queene lookes on me from her throne,
And, jealous, byddes me love but her alone.
When in the presence of the highest kynge
I serve all his, that he may honour mee.
And love my hart to chaste desyres shall brynge,
When fayrest queene lookes on me from her throne,
And, jealous, byddes me love but her alone.
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