Englands Ioy [by Richard Vennard] |
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For all Honourable, Vertuous, and Noble-spirited
Lords, Ladies, and all other her Maiesties faithfull Subiects whatsoeuer. |
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For all Honourable, Vertuous, and Noble-spirited Lords, Ladies, and all other her Maiesties faithfull Subiects whatsoeuer.
Al faithfull Subiects of this blessed land,
That serue the only Angel of a Queene:
In whose true grace, & by whose gratious hand,
The heauenly substance of her sexe is seene.
Let not your hearts, nor spirits cease to pray,
For her liues blessed euerlasting day.
That serue the only Angel of a Queene:
In whose true grace, & by whose gratious hand,
The heauenly substance of her sexe is seene.
Let not your hearts, nor spirits cease to pray,
For her liues blessed euerlasting day.
For in her life liues all your happinesse,
She is the Sunne that lights your Element
Her Maiestie, your wonders worthinesse,
Her Vertue, your honours ornament.
Her Fauour, your best loyalties regard:
Her Grace, your seruice royallest reward.
She is the Sunne that lights your Element
Her Maiestie, your wonders worthinesse,
Her Vertue, your honours ornament.
Her Fauour, your best loyalties regard:
Her Grace, your seruice royallest reward.
Pray then, I say, and prayer neuer cease,
Vnto the God of all eternall glorie:
Her life, her health, her comfort to encrease,
To Englands honour, neuer ending storie.
That she may breathe an euerlasting breath,
And they may pine in hell, that wish her death.
Vnto the God of all eternall glorie:
Her life, her health, her comfort to encrease,
To Englands honour, neuer ending storie.
That she may breathe an euerlasting breath,
And they may pine in hell, that wish her death.
AMEN.
R. V.
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