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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. |
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ANNUNTIATION. |
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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. |
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NATIVITIE. |
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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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