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The ends crown our works, but thou crown'st our ends, *
For at our ends begins our endless rest,
The first last end now zealously possest,
With a strong sober thirst, my soul attends.
'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high,
Salvation to all that will is nigh.
ANNUNTIATION.
2. Salvation to all that will is nigh;
That all, which alwayes is all every where,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot chuse but die,
Loe, faithful Virgin, yeelds himself to lie
In prison, in thy womb; and though he there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet hee'll wear
Taken from thence, flesh, which deaths force may trie,
Ere by the sphears time was created thou
Wast in his mind, who is thy Son, and Brother,
Whom thou conceiv'st conceived; yea thou art now
Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother,
Thou'hast light in dark, and shutt'st in little room,
Immensity cloyster'd in thy dear womb.
NATIVITIE.
3. Immensitie cloyster'd in thy dear womb
Now leaves his wel-belov'd imprisonment,
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now into our world to come;
But oh, for thee, for him, hath th'Inn no room?
Yet lay him in his stall, and from the Orient,
Starres, and wisemen will travel to prevent
Th' effect of Herods jealous general doom.

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