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Immensity cloystred in thy deere wombe [f. 55v]
Now leaves his welbeloved imprisonment
Therefore he hath made himself to his intent
Weake enough now into our world to come
But oh for thee, for him, hath the Inn no roome?
Yett lay him in this stall, and from the orient
Stars and wisemen will travaile to prevent
The effects of Herods jealous gennerall doome;
Seest thou my soule, wth thy faithes eyes, how he
Wch fills all place, yett none holds him, doth lye?
Was not his pitty towards thee, wondrous high
That would have need to be pittyed by thee?
Kiss him, and wth him into Egipt goe
Wth his kinde mother, who pertakest* thy woe.
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Wth his kinde mother who pertaks thy woe,
Ioseph turne back; See where yor childe doth sitt
Blowing, yea blowing out those sparkes of witt
Wch himself on those doctors did bestowe,
The word but latelie could not speake, and loe
It soddenly speakes wonders, whence comes it
That all wch was, and all wch should be writt
A Shallow seeming childe, should deeply know

[CW: His]