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That all, (w.ch always is all every where [21] |
Which cannot sinne, and yet all sinnes must beare |
Which cannot dye, yet cannot chuse but dye). |
Loe!, Faythfull Virgin, yeelds himselfe to lye |
In prison in thy womb. And though hee there |
Can take no Sinne, nor thou giue; hee will weare |
(Taken from thence) flesh wch deaths force may try. |
E're by the Spheres time was begotten*, thou |
Wast in his mind who is thy sonne and brother |
Whome thou conceaudst conceau'd. yea thou art now |
Thy Makers maker, and thy ffathers Mother |
Th'hast light in darke, and shutst in little roome |
Im.ensity cloysterd in thy deare Womb. |
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3 Natiuity |
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Im̄ensity cloysterd in thy deare womb |
Now leaues his wellbelou'd emprisonment. |
There hath hee made himselfe, to his intent, |
Weake enough now into the world to come. |
But ô, for Thee, for him, hath the Inne no roome? |
Yet lay him in this Stall, and from th'Orient |
Starrs and Wisemen shall trauell to present.prevent. |
Th'effect of Herods dire and* generall doome. |
Seest thou, my Soule with thy fayths eyes how hee |
(Who fills all places, yet none holds him) doth lye? |
Was not his pitty towards thee wondrous high |
That would haue neede to bee pittyed of thee? |
Kisse him, and with him into Egipt goe |
With his kind Mother who pertakes thy woe
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[CW: 4 With his___] |