V.

_On the blessed Virgin Mary._

Probably by Henry Constable.

In that, ô Queene of Queenes, thy birth was free From that which others doth of grace bereave, When in their mothers wombe they life receive, God, as his sole-borne daughter loved thee.

To match thee like thy births nobilitie, 5 He thee his Spirit for thy spouse did leave, By whom thou didst his onely sonne conceive, And so wast link'd to all the Trinitie.

Cease then, ô Queenes, that earthly Crownes doe weare, To glory in the Pompe of earthly things; 10 If men such high respects unto you beare, Which daughters, wives, and mothers are to Kings, What honour can unto that Queene be done Who had your God for Father, Spouse and Sonne?

[On the _&c._ _1635-69_, _A10_, _B_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_: _also among Spiritual Sonnets by H. C. in Harl. MS. 7553_]

[6 thy spouse _A10_, _B_: his spouse _1635-69_]

[12 to _B_: of _1635-69_

Kings,] kings, _1635_]

_On the Sacrament._

He was the Word that spake it, Hee tooke the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I doe beleeve and take it.

[On the _&c._ _1635-69_]