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La Corona.
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| Daingne at my hands this crowne of prayer & prayse [f. 38] |
| Weau'd in my Low devout Melancholy, |
| Thou, wch of good, hast, yea art treasury, |
| All changing vnchangd auncient of dayes; |
| But do not wth a vile crowne of frayle bayes |
| Reward my Muses whight sincerity, |
| But what thy thorny crowne gaind yt giue mee |
| A crowne of glory wch doth flowre allwayes. |
| The'ends crowne or works, but thou crownest or Ends, |
| So at or end begins or endles rest. |
| This first Last end now soberly possest |
| Wt a strong sober thirst my Soule attends, |
| Tis time, yt voyce & hart be Lifted high |
| Saluation to all that will is nigh. |
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| .2. |
| Saluation to all yt will is nighe. |
| That All, wch allwayes is all everywhere, |
| Wch cannot Sinne & yet all Sins must beare, |
| Wch cannot dy, yet cannot chuse but dye, |
| Lo, faythfull Virgin, yeilds himselfe to Ly |
| In prison in thy wombe; And though he there |
| Can take no Sinne, nor thou giue, yet he''will weare |
| Taken frō thence, fleshe, wch Deathes force may try. |
| Ere by the Spheares, Tyme was begotten, thou |
| Wast in his Mind, wch is thy Sonne & brother, |
| Whom thou conceiv'dst, conceiv'd; yea thou art now |
| Thy Makers Maker, & thy fathers Mother. |
| Thou hast Light in darke; & shutst in Litle roome |
| Immensity, cloyster'd in thy deere Wombe. |