Classic Poem

First, God sent his Son.

God sent his Son; to make mans joy begun
From first to last, in endless circle run.
Without Beginning God who never ends
From boundless Being, mans Beginning sends.
Mans double guard of Sun and stars we see.
Angels unseen, all of his sending be.
A foodfull Garden; after food came rest.
Then woman came, of Visibles the best:
Her seed in Promise then, in Gods intent
Before all worlds into the world was sent.
But till all other sendings fail and fade,
The Blood that seal'd this mission was unmade.
Man first was sent to Reasons goodly Lamp,
Which dul'd he found, and dim'd in sinful damp
Then Sacrifice and Prayer; which heard, he saw
New Light down sent him in a flaming Law;
Wild sinners scourge; But School and Guide to those
That tir'd by sin, by Faith on him repose.
To make whose joyes in endless circle run,
From first to last; Behold God sent his Son.

Made under the Law.

U NDER the Law; He that the Ground-work laid
Of Earth, and gave the seas a Law, was made.
Who gives the charge to this Eternal Word;
Supream-and-sole-law-giving mighty Lord.
Proud slime and worms, God bows our yoke to bear,
Put on in love, to put us out of fear.
To service, homage, vassalage descends
Today, and first fruit of his blood he spends.
What Feind Eccentrick then shall force our souls
From motions regular about his Poles?
Shall euen deadly sins in disaray,
Keep off our minds from his Diurnal sway?
Under the Law made he his resting place,
And chose the curse, to leave us under Grace.
But still to morals tied our hearts and hands;
Scorn not his easie yoak, nor break his bands.
Without those Grates, all fire of vertue cools;
None lawless thus, but Devils, Popes and Fools.

Made of a Woman

M ADE of a woman; Heark you Race
Of men; no more this Sex disgrace:
The Lord of Glory leaves his place
To Bour with Mary full of Grace.
God above all thats great or good,
Is made of womans flesh and blood.
How rare a Vivary was this,
Our Lord within our Lady is.
O look! Amazed Angels look,
But cannot read this mystick Book;
Till that Babes blood unclose the seal,
And so himself, himself reveal.
The woman first that wrought our wo
Remember first, from man did grow.
Here all by Virgins blood was done,
Gods only Partner in his Son
Made of a woman; Heark you Race
Of men; no more this Sex disgrace.