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Temple. |
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4 With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe, |
Ioseph turne backe; see where your child doth sit, |
Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, |
Which himselfe on the Doctors did bestow; |
The Word but lately could not speake, and loe |
It sodenly speakes wonders, whence comes it, |
That all which was, and all which should be writ, |
A shallow seeming child, should deeply know? |
His Godhead was not soule to his manhood, |
Nor had time mellowed him to this ripenesse, |
But as for one which hath a long taske, 'Tis good, |
With the Sunne to beginne his businesse, |
He in his ages morning thus began |
By miracles exceeding power of man. |
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Crvcifying. |
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5 By miracles exceeding power of man, |
Hee faith in some, envie in some begat, |
For, what weake spirits admire, ambitious, hate; |
In both affections many to him ran, |
But Oh! the worst are most, they will and can, |
Alas, and do, unto the immaculate, |
Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate, |
Measuring selfe-lifes infinity to span, |
Nay to an inch, loe, where condemned hee |
Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by
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