[Lyric] To Our Blessed Lady III (Henry Constable)

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.