Poem by Henry Constable

To Saint Michael the Archangel

When as the prince of angels puffed with pride
stirred his seditious spirits to rebel:
God chose for chief, his champion Michael:
and gave him charge the host of Heaven to guide.

And when the angels of the rebel’s side
vanquished in battle from their glory fell,
the pride of Heaven became the drake of hell,
and in the dungeon of despair was tied.

This dragon since let loose, God’s church assailed,
and she by help of Michael’s sword prevailed.
Who ever tried adventures like this knight?

Which general of Heaven, hell overthrew;
for such a lady as God’s spouse did fight:
and such a monster as the devil subdue.

1. Of the Nativity of the Lady Rich's Daughter
2. To the Marquess of Piscat's Soul
3. H.C. to the Gentleman Reader
4. To the Blessed Sacrament
5. My Lady’s Presence Makes the Roses Red

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