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| As if their day were onely to be spent |
| In dressing, Mistressing and complement; |
| Alas poore joyes, but poorer men, whose trust |
| Seemes richly placed in sublimed dust; |
| (For, such are cloathes and beauty, which though gay, |
| Are, at the best, but of sublimed clay) |
| Let then the world thy calling disrespect, |
| But goe thou on, and pitty their neglect. |
| What function is so noble, as to bee |
| Embassadour to God and destinie? |
| To open life, to give kingdomes to more |
| Than Kings give dignities; to keepe heavens doore? |
| Maries prerogative was to beare Christ, so |
| 'Tis preachers to convey him, for they doe |
| As Angels out of clouds, from Pulpits speake; |
| And blesse the poore beneath, the lame, the weake. |
| If then th'Astronomers, whereas they spie |
| A new-found Starre, their Opticks magnifie, |
| How brave are those, who with their Engine, can |
| Bring man to heaven, and heaven againe to man? |
| These are thy titles and preheminences, |
| In whom must meet Gods graces, mens offences, |
| And so the heavens which beget all things here, |
| And the earth our mother, which these things doth beare |
| Both these in thee, are in thy Calling knit, |
| And make thee now a blest Hermaphrodite. |
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| A Hymne to Christ, at the Authors last going |
| into Germany. |
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| In what torne ship so ever I embarke, |
| That ship shall bee my embleme of thy Arke;
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