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| But what thy thorny crowne gain'd, that give mee, |
| A crowne of Glory, which doth flower alwayes; |
| The ends crowne our workes, but thou crown'st our ends, |
| For at our ends begins our endlesse rest, |
| The first last end, now zealously possest, |
| With a strong sober thirst, my soule attends. |
| 'Tis time that heart and voyce be lifted high, |
| Salvation to all that will, is nigh. |
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| ANNVNTIATION. |
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| 2 Salvation to all that will is nigh, |
| That All, which alwayes is all every where, |
| Which cannot sinne, and yet all sinnes must beare, |
| Which cannot die, yet cannot chuse but die, |
| Loe, faithfull Virgin, yeelds himselfe to lie |
| In prison, in thy wombe; and though hee there |
| Can take no sinne, nor thou give, yet hee'll weare |
| Taken from thence, flesh, which deaths force may trie. |
| Ere by the spheares time was created thou |
| Wast in his minde, who is thy Sonne, and Brother, |
| Whom thou conceiv'st conceived; yea thou art now |
| Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother, |
| Thou'hast light in darke, and shutt'st in little roome, |
| Immensity cloysterd in thy deare wombe. |
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| NATIVITIE. |
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| 3 Immensitie cloyster'd in thy deare wombe, |
| Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonment, |
| There he hath made himselfe to his intent |
| Weake enough, now into our world to come;
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