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Christs childhood.
Till twelue yeres age, how Christ his childhood spent,
All earthly pennes vnworthy were to write,
Such acts, to mortall eyes hee did present:
Whose worth, not men, but Angels must recite.
No natures blots, no childish faults defilde,
Where grace was guide, and God did play the childe.
All earthly pennes vnworthy were to write,
Such acts, to mortall eyes hee did present:
Whose worth, not men, but Angels must recite.
No natures blots, no childish faults defilde,
Where grace was guide, and God did play the childe.
In springing lockes, laye couched hoary wit,
In semblance young, a graue and auncient port,
In lowly lookes, high Maiestie did sit:
In tender tongue, sound sense of sagest sort,
Nature imparted all that shee could teach,
And God supplied, where nature could not reach.
In semblance young, a graue and auncient port,
In lowly lookes, high Maiestie did sit:
In tender tongue, sound sense of sagest sort,
Nature imparted all that shee could teach,
And God supplied, where nature could not reach.
His mirth, of modest meane a mirrour was,
His sadnesse, tempered with a milde aspect:
His eye, to trie each action was a glasse:
Whose lookes, did good approue, and bad correct.
His natures gifts, his grace, his word and deede,
Well shewed that all did from a God proceede.
His sadnesse, tempered with a milde aspect:
His eye, to trie each action was a glasse:
Whose lookes, did good approue, and bad correct.
His natures gifts, his grace, his word and deede,
Well shewed that all did from a God proceede.
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