Francis Quarles: Hosanna or divine poems on the passion of Christ and Threnodes Edited by John Horden |
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Borne in Winter.
Phlegmatick Winter on a bed of SnowLay spitting full of rhewme; the Sunne was now
Inn'd at the Goat; the melancholique Earth
Had her wombe bound, and hopelesse of the birth
Of one poore flowre, the fields, wood, meads, and all
Fear'd in this snowie sheet a funerall,
Nor only senselesse Plants were in decay
Man, who's a Plant revers'd, was worse then they.
He had a spirituall Winter, and bereft
Not of his leaves, but juyce; nay, nothing left
His passive power to live was so abated
He was not to be rais'd, but new created.
When all things else were perished, and when
No flowers were, but in their causes, then
This wondrous Flower it selfe to act did bring,
And Winter was the Flowre of Iesses spring.
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