William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
To Saint KatherineHenry Constable (15621613)
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Whose beauty did all Nature’s works exceed,
And wisdom wonder to the world did breed,
A muse might rouse itself on Cupid’s wing;
But, sith the graces which from nature spring
Were graced by those which from grace did proceed,
And glory have deserved, my Muse doth need
An angel’s feathers when thy praise I sing.
For all in thee became angelical:
An angel’s face had angels’ purity,
And thou an angel’s tongue didst speak withal;
Lo! why thy soul, set free from martyrdom,
Was crowned by God in angels’ company,
And angels’ hands thy body did entomb.