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THE SHEPHEARDS ORACLES.
EGLOGVE I.
- ...Gallio.
- ...Britannus.
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No summe at all.
Curse on those Shepheards, that bin so untrue.
Shepheard Goodnight.
Farewell.
Farewell; and feed my Sheep.
I prithee leave thy hoing.
I prithee leave thy bauling.
To make you Shepheards fools.
Feare not, said he; I come not to affright Thy gaster'd soule with terrours of the night; My errand (Shepheard) is not to abuse Thine eyes with horrid shapes; I bring thee news, Tidings of joy, and everlasting peace: Stand up and let thy faithlesse trembling cease; Collect thy scatter'd senses, Swaine, and heare The happiest newes that ever beg'd an eare; Such news, whereat th' harmonious quire of heaven, Archangels, Angels, and the other seven
"Of those Celestiall Hierarchies, the troop Of glorious Saints, and soules of Prophets stoop Their joyfull eares, and being fully freight With joyes, sing forth Hosanna's to the height: This night a Virgin hath brought forth a Son, A perfect God, though clad in flesh and bone, Like mortall man, th' eternall Prince of Rest, And Peace, in whom all nations shall be blest: This night a Virgin hath brought forth a Child, A perfect Man, but pure, and undefil'd With guilt of sin; like you in shape and fashion, And for your sakes, as subject to your passion: A perfect God, whose selfe-subsisting nature Required not the help of a Creator: A perfect man, conceived by the power Of th' holy Ghost, and borne this very hower: A perfect God; beyond the comprehending Of man; and infinite, without an ending: A perfect man; objected to the eye, And touch of Flesh and Blood; and borne to dye: Like God, eternall; yet his life a span, Like yours; a perfect God, a perfect man: To you a Son is given; the heire of glory, Whose Kingdome's endlesse and untransitory: To you a child is borne, that shall succeed That princely David, and of Davids seed: A Son is given, whose name redeem'd the earth A world of daies before his mothers birth: A Child is borne, whose last expiring breath Shall give new dayes; and dying, conquer death: A Son, a Child; compos'd of Earth, and Heaven; To you a Child is borne, a Son is given:
"We blessed Angels have no need at all Of such a Saviour, for we cannnot fall: The damned spirits of th' Infernall Throne Receive no profit by this Childe, this Son; To you the glory of so great a gain Belongs; To you these tidings appertain; To you, thrice happy sons of men, we bring This welcome errand from th' eternall King Of endlesse mercy, the great Lord of Heaven; To you this Childe is born; this Son is given. Goe, Shepheards, goe to Bethlem, and your eyes Shall see the Babe; The blessed Infant lyes In a poor Stable, swadled in a Manger; Goe, Swains, and entertain this heavenly Stranger, Upon your bended knees; See, yonder Starre Shall be your Pilot, where these wonders are;And as he spake that word, (not fully ended) Ten thousand Angels in a Troop descended; But here my tongue must fail, not having might To tell the glory of that glorious sight: Nay, had I power, thine ears would prove as weak To apprehend, as my poor tongue's to speak. They joyn'd their warbling notes, and in a height Beyond the curious frailty of conceit, Their voices sweetned our delighted fears, And with this Caroll blest our ravisht ears. GLory to God on high; and jolly mirth Twixt man and man; and peace on earth: This night a childe is born; This night a Son is given; This Son, this Childe
My hopes renue.
And I renue my feare.
But have those Pray'rs restor'd the Pearl again?
The Husks are plump; but yet they bear no Grain:
Sure 'tis hee.
The like to thee.
I doe.
I doe.
I think 'tis Nuncius.
I wonder what the news is?
See, how he strikes his breast!
What, Nuncius, good or bad?
But is it certain, Nuncius?
God night.
God night.
'Tis the same;
The Churches Scourge;
The devils Enchiridion.
In a Browne studie?
Speechlesse?
In a Muse?
My bended knee shall never rise till then.
Heav'n nere shall rest, till Heav'n shall say Amen.
Numb. 6.23.