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3 Immensitie cloystred in thy deare wombe Now leaues his welbeloud Imprisonment, There hee hath made himselfe to his intent Weake enough now into our world to come, But oh for thee, for him, hath the Inne noe roome? Yet lay him in this stall, and from the Orient, Starrs and wise men will trauaile, to preuent The effect of Herods iealous generall doome, Seest thou my Soule with thy fayths eie how hee Which fills all place, yet none holds him doth lye Was not his pitie towards thee wondrous hie That would haue neede to be pitied by thee. Kisse him, and with him into Egipt goe With his kynd nother who partakes thy woe 4 With his kynd mother who partakes thy woe Ioseph turne backe, see where your child doth sitt Blowinge, yea blowinge out those sparks of witt Which himselfe on those doctors, did bestowe The word, but lately could not speake, and loe It suddenly speakes wonders, whence comes itt That all which was, and all which should bee writt, A shallowe seeminge child should deeply know His Godhead was not Soule to his Manhood, Nor had tyme mellowed him to this ripenes But as for one which hath long tasks, 'tis good With the Sunne to begin his busyness Hee in his ages morninge thus began By miracles exceedinge power of man. |
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