Martin Parker (1624–1647) English ballad writer
The Roxburghe Ballads (c. 1630), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“The angels keep their ancient places;—
Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
‘Tis ye, ‘tis your estrangèd faces,
That miss the many-splendoured thing.”
St. 4. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
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