Hosanna, or, Divine poems on the passion of Christ by Francis Quareles.

The Angels tell it to the Shepheards.

THere is a point of happinesse a time se•• Wherein felicity either must be met Or miss'd for ever; and that certaine now Is, when w'are at our Calllngs; from the Plow Rome painfull Quintus her Dictator makes. While Matthew gathers toule, and custome takes Hee's call'd to write a Gospell. At their Net The sonnes of Zebedee their conversions met.

And while these men stand Centinells and keep Strict watd, and watch about their charge their sheep, They from themselves are rapt with sacred Hymnes; And ravish'd with a noise of Chernbimes. That sung this infants lullabie. The storie Hath some proportion with the Auditorie, They Shepherds were, to them the tydings came▪ And the first Gospel of the Holy Lambe.