To Our Blessed Lady
by Henry Constable
In that (O Queen of Queens) thy birth was free
From guilt, which others do grace bereave,
When in their mothers’ womb they life receive,
God, as His sole-borne daughter loved thee.
To match thee like thy birth’s nobility,
He thee His Spirit for thy spouse did leave,
Of whom thou didst His only Son conceive,
And so was linked to all the Trinity.
Cease then, O queens, who earthly crowns do wear,
To glory in the pomp of worldly things;
If men such high respect unto you bear,
Which daughters, wives, and mothers are of kings,
What honor should unto that Queen be done
Who had your God for Father, Spouse and Son?