Henry Constable - To St. Katherine lyrics

Because thou wast the daughter of a king, Whose beauty did all nature's works exceed, And wisdom, wonder to the world did breed, A Muse might raise itself on Cupid's wing. But since these graces which from Nature spring Were graced by those which from grace did proceed, And glory hath 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 Angel's purity: And thou an Angel's tongue did'st speak withal. Loe why thy soul set free by Martyrdom, Was crowned by God in Angels' company, And Angels' hands thy body did entomb.