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| Ere by the spheares time was created, thou |
| Wast in his minde, who is thy Sonne, and Brother, |
| Whom thou conceiv'st, conceiv'd; yea thou art now |
| Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother, |
| Thou'hast light in darke; and shutst in little roome, |
| Immensity cloysterd in thy deare wombe. |
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| Nativitie. |
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| 3 Immensitie cloysterd 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; |
| But Oh, for thee, for him, hath th'Inne no roome? |
| Yet lay him in this stall, and from the Orient, |
| Starres, and wisemen will travell to prevent |
| Th'effects of Herods jealous generall doome; |
| Seest thou, my Soule, with thy faiths eyes, how he |
| Which fils all place, yet none holds him, doth lye? |
| Was not his pity towards thee wondrous high, |
| That would have need to be pittied by thee? |
| Kisse him, and with him into Egypt goe, |
| With his kinde mother, who partakes thy woe.
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[CW: Temple] |