Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 3, 26
The Heavens begin with thunder for to breake
The troubled Aire, and to the coloured Fields
The Lightning for to spoyle their pride dooth threat,
Each thing unto the furious Tempest yeelds.
And yet me thinkes within mee I doo heare
A gentle voyce hard at my hart to say,
Feare nothing thou, but be of merrie cheere,
Thou onely safe fore others all shalt stay:
To save thee from all hurt, thy Shield shall bee,
The shadow of the conquering Laurall Tree.
The troubled Aire, and to the coloured Fields
The Lightning for to spoyle their pride dooth threat,
Each thing unto the furious Tempest yeelds.
And yet me thinkes within mee I doo heare
A gentle voyce hard at my hart to say,
Feare nothing thou, but be of merrie cheere,
Thou onely safe fore others all shalt stay:
To save thee from all hurt, thy Shield shall bee,
The shadow of the conquering Laurall Tree.
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