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| 4 Temple |
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| With his kind Mother who pertakes thy woe [22] |
| Ioseph turne back; See where thy child doth sitt |
| Blowing, yea blowing out those sparkes of witt |
| Wch. him selfe on those Doctours did bestow. |
| The Word but lately could not speake, and Loe |
| It suddaynly speakes wonders; Whence comes it |
| That all wch. was and all wch. should bee writt |
| A shallow seeming Child should deepely know? |
| His Godhead was not Soule to his Manhood |
| Nor had time mellowed him to This ripenesse |
| But as some one who hath long tasks, thinks good |
| With the Sunne to begin his businesse. |
| Hee in his Ages Morning thus began |
| By miracles exceeding power of man |
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| 5 Crucifying |
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| By miracles exceeding power of man |
| Hee fayth in some Enuy in some begate |
| (For what meek spirits admire, ambitious hate) |
| In both Affections many to him ran. |
| But oh the worst are most; They will and can |
| (Alas!) and doe vnto th'Im̀„aculate |
| Whose Creature Fate is, now prscribe a Fate |
| Measuring selfe-lives, infinity to a span |
| Nay to an inch. Loe where condemned hee |
| Beares his owne Crosse with payne, yet by and by |
| When it beares him, hee must be are more and dye |
| Now thou art lifted vp, drawe mee to thee. |
| And at thy death giuing such liberall dole |
| Moyst with one drop of thy bloud my drye Soule
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[CW: Moist with] |