A virgin mother to a child bredd wonder,
T'was more a child should bee the God of thunder.
Th'omnipotent was strangely potent heere
10To make the powerfull God pearelesse appeare.
Hee in our body cladd, for our soules love
Came downe to us, yet stay'd vnchanged above.
Yet God through man shind still in this cleere brooke,
Through meane shewes into maiesty wee looke.
15Sinnes price seemd payd with brasse, fewe sawe the gold,
Yet true stones set in lead theyr lustre hold.