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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
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