Classic Poem

Upon our Lady's Day or The Anuntiation — 1652

With what Laborious Care and studied Paines
Doe we torment ourselvs and beat our braines
In Combs and Glasses, Gould and silk aray
To trick and bewtefy our Lump of Clay
When in the Potters hand our doome is red
This to be honerd, that dishonored
And the like mettel sev'rall wayes imployd
Yet Both doe Crown the Workman Glorifide
As I have seen from the same fountain flow
Rivers that various Parts o'th'Compass goe
Yet each adds to the Sea in t'which they fall
And from whence first they suckt Originall.
Heer a Selected Vessel by decree
Restoreth Adams lost Posterety
When as the Herald Aingell did express
Out o'th'same Sex to rayse a Blessednes
Causd first our ruine, and that Rib to bear
Our Cure by whose advice we wounded were
Soe for to Close the broaken flesh again
Heer was disclosd a medson soverain
An Oyle that from a Virgin Taper might
Add remedy to th'Scorpions deadly bite
Save all but such as wantonly despise
The hidden vertue of Fayths Misteries
Guided by outward sence, and such with shame
For vessells of dishonor I proclaime
Incurable; Then that we shun their Fate
Let us not scruple to Commemorate
Though not Adore the Blessed Mary's womb
Opend to shut our everlasting Toomb.