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Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments his ten sons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance with his canons, which Ens, thus speaking, explains.

OOD luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth

The faery ladies danc'd upon the hearth; 6o

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From eyes of mortals walk invisible:
Yet there is something that doth force my fear,
For once it was my dismal hap to hear
A Sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked age,
That far events full wisely could presage,
And in time's long and dark prospective glass
Foresaw what future days should bring to pass;
Your son, said she, (nor can you it prevent)
Shall subjećt be to many an Accident.
O'er all his brethren he shall reign as king,
Yet every one shall make him underling,
And those that cannot live from him asunder
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under,
In worth and excellence he shall out-go them,
Yet being above them, he shall be below them;
From others he shall sland in need of nothing,
Yet on his brothers shall depend for clothing.
To find a foe it shall not be his hap,
And peace shall lull him in her flow'ry lap;
Yet shall he live in strife, and at his door
Devouring war shall never cease to roar:
Yea it shall be his natural property
To harbour those that are at enmity.

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What pow'r, what force, what mighty spell, if not
Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot? go
The next Quantity and Quality shake in prose, then
Relation was call'd by his name.
I V E R S arise; whether thou be the son
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulphy Dun,
Or Trent, who like some earth-born giant spreads
His thirty arms along th’indented meads,
Or sullen Mole that runneth underneath, 95
Or Severn swift, guilty of maidens' death,
Or rocky Avon, or of sedgy Lee,
Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee,
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythian's name,
Or Medway smooth, or royal towned Thame. Ioo
(The rest was prose.)

- III. On the Morning of CHRIST's NATIVITY.

Compos'd 1629.

I. T HIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, 5 That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. II.

That glorious form, that light unsufferable, And

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Nature in awe to him
Had dofft her gawdy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her 35
To wanton with the sun her lusty paramour.
Only with speeches fair
She woo's the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow,
And on her naked shame, 4O
Pollute with sinful blame, -
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
But he her fears to cease, 45
Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace;
She crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding
Down through the turning sphere
His ready harbinger,
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 50
And waving wide her myrtle wand, -
She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.
No war, or battel's sound
Was heard the world around:
The idle spear and shield were high up hung; 55

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