Henry Constable - To Our Blessed Lady III lyrics

Sweet Queen: although thy beauty raise up me From sight of baser beauties here below: Yet let me not rest there: but higher go To him, who took his shape from God & thee. And if thy form in him more fair I see, What pleasure from his deity shall flow, By whose fair beams his beauty shineth so When I shall it behold eternally. Then shall my love of pleasure have his fill, When beauty's self in whom all pleasure is, Shall my enamored soul embrace & kiss: And shall new loves & new delights distill, Which from my soul shall gush into my heart And through my body flow to every part.