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A Carroll.
What though't be Cold, and Freese,
Let no good Christian leese
So much of heat and Zeal,
As not for to Remember
That blest day of December:
And what to Shepheards Angels did reveal,
Which doth of right Claim lay
To All that ever Man can write or say.
Let no good Christian leese
So much of heat and Zeal,
As not for to Remember
That blest day of December:
And what to Shepheards Angels did reveal,
Which doth of right Claim lay
To All that ever Man can write or say.
A Saviour's born for Us,
What News more precious?
Wer't but some Neighbours Son,
The Bells would straightwayes ring—
In Cakes for Gossipping;
So soon the Tydings o'r the Town would run,
And many a light brain tost
Amongst the Goodwives, where to place their Cost.
What News more precious?
Wer't but some Neighbours Son,
The Bells would straightwayes ring—
In Cakes for Gossipping;
So soon the Tydings o'r the Town would run,
And many a light brain tost
Amongst the Goodwives, where to place their Cost.
And shall my frozen heart
Not thaw, and bear its part
In Jollitie for this:
Whereby not I alone,
But each beleeving one
May promise to Himself eternall bliss?
For such can ne'r be Cold,
Who have this Birth-day in their hearts enrol'd.
Not thaw, and bear its part
In Jollitie for this:
Whereby not I alone,
But each beleeving one
May promise to Himself eternall bliss?
For such can ne'r be Cold,
Who have this Birth-day in their hearts enrol'd.
But may be said to burn,
Till some thanks they return,
Which though far short they reach,
The comfort is most sure,
'T hath healing wings to Cure
Not for reward, but to make up the breach,
Which so repair'd 't is we
Must make it good 'gainst Satans Batterie:
Till some thanks they return,
Which though far short they reach,
The comfort is most sure,
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Not for reward, but to make up the breach,
Which so repair'd 't is we
Must make it good 'gainst Satans Batterie:
Whereto belongs this Care
In Chief and Singular,
That stricter guards we keep,
Because both night and day
Th' Artillery doth play,
Nor doth our Adversary ever sleep:
Then we shall shew hereby
Christs Favour hath not slipt our memory.
In Chief and Singular,
That stricter guards we keep,
Because both night and day
Th' Artillery doth play,
Nor doth our Adversary ever sleep:
Then we shall shew hereby
Christs Favour hath not slipt our memory.
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