And a happy birthday of Our Mother to you too, dear friend!
Our Lady's Nativitye |
Joye in the risinge of our orient starr, That shall bringe forth the Sunne that lent her light; Joy in the peace that shall conclude our warr, And soone rebate the edge of Satan's spight; Load-starr of all engolfd in worldly waves, The card and compasse that from shipwracke saves. The patriark and prophettes were the floures For God, on Earth, she is the royall throne, Robert Southwell (1560-1595) |