List'ning to what unfhorn Apollo fings To th'touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings 45 Then paffing through the spheres of watchful fire, 40 50 55 Then Ens is reprefented as father of the Predicaments his ten fons, whereof the eldest food for Substance with his canons, which Ens, thus speaking, explains. Go OOD luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth 60 Thy Thy droufy nurse hath sworn she did them spy She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldft ftill From eyes of mortals walk invisible: 66 70 75 Yet there is fomething that doth force my fear, $5 What pow'r, what force, what mighty spell, if not Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot? go The next Quantity and Quality Spake in profe, then Relation was call'd by his name. R IVERS arise; whether thou be the fon Of utmoft Tweed, or Oofe, or gulphy Dun, Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee, (The reft was profe.) III. 95 100 On the Morning of CHRIST's NATIVITY. Compos'd 1629. HIS is the month, and this the happy morn, ᎢᎻ Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, That he our deadly forfeit should release, II. That glorious form, that light unsufferable, 5 And And that far-beaming blaze of majesty, Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high council-table 10 To fit the midst of Trinal Unity, He laid afide; and here with us to be, Forlook the courts of everlafling day, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. Say heav'nly Mufe, fhall not thy facred vein Haft thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, Now while the Heav'n by the fun's team untrod, 15 Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons IV. (bright? See how from far upon the castern road The HYMN. I. T was the winter wild, I was the While the Heav'n-born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; 25 30 Nature Nature in awe to him Had dofft her gawdy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the fun her lufty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woo's the gentle air II. To hide her guilty front with innocent fnow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with finful blame, The faintly veil of maiden white to throw, Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look fo near upon her foul deformities. But he her fears to cease, III. Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace; 35 40 45 She crown'd with olive green, came foftly fliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 50 And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes an universal peace through sea and land. No war, or battel's found IV. Was heard the world around: The idle fpear and shield were high up hung; 55 The |