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Then quick about thy purpos'd business come,
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.
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
Yet on his brothers shall depend for clothing.
The next QUANTITY and QUALITY spake in prose; then RELATION was called by his
RIVERS arise; whether thou be the son
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulphy Dun,
Or Trent, who like some earth-born giant spreads
Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee,
[The rest was prose.]
94 indented] Sylvester's Du Bartas, D. iii. W. 1.
The flowerie meadowes of my native Kent.' Warton.
98 hallow'd] holy Dee.' Randolph's Poems, p. 48, ed. 1640. Todd.
ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY.
THIS is the month, and this the happy morn,
That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious form, that light unsufferable,
He laid aside; and here with us to be,
Forsook the courts of everlasting day,
And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.
Say, heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15 Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome him to this his new abode,
Now while the heav'n by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
See how from far upon the eastern road
19 sun's team] Henry IV. P. I. act iii. sc. 4. heavenlyharness'd team.' Todd.
The starre-led sages that would Christ beBancroft's Sec. B. of Epigrams, Ep. 228. Todd. Storer's Life of Wolsey, p. 21.
When wise magicians wandered far awide
23 wisards] Spenser's F. Q. iv. xii. 2. antique wisards.' i. iv. 12. and strong advizement of six wizards old.' Warton. The Syracusan wizard did invent.' Storer's Life of Wolsey, p. 12. And Fitz-Geffrey's Holy Raptures, p. 37.17.
It was the winter wild,
While the heav'n-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to him
Had dofft her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her
To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
'Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame,
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,
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