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| .3. |
| Immensity cloysterd in thy deere wombe [f. 38v] |
| Now Leaues his welbelovd imprisonment; |
| There he hath made himself to his intent |
| Weake inough now into or world to come. |
| But oh, for thee, for him, hath the'Inne no roome? |
| Yet Lay'him in this Stall; & frō the'Orient |
| Starrs & wise men shall trauaile to prevent |
| The'effect of Herods dire & generall doome. |
| Seest thou, my Soule, wt thy faythes eyes, how hee |
| Wch fills all place yet none holds him doth Ly? |
| Was not his pity towards thee wondrous highe, |
| That would haue neede to be pityed by thee? |
| Kis him, & wth him into Egipt go |
| Wth his kind Mother who pertakes thy wo. |
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| .4. |
| With his kind Mother who pertakes thy wo |
| Ioseph turne backe: See wher yr Child doth sitt |
| Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of witt |
| Wch himselfe on those Doctors did bestow. |
| The Word but lately could not speake, & Loe |
| It sodainly speakes Wonders, whence come itt |
| That all wch was & all wch should be writt |
| A shallow seeming Child should deeply know? |
| His Godhood was not Soule to his Manhood, |
| Nor had Tyme mellow'd him this ripenes; |
| But as to'one wch hath long tasks, thinks good |
| Wt the Sun to begin his busines; |
| He in his Ages morning thus began |
| By Miracles exceeding power'of Man. |