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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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