Classic Poem

In Natalem — 1643

If nothing else; may not This Season move
Or Time become true Chronicle of Love:
And soe alay the Fury sunt the Rage
And Madnes doth predominise this Age?
When for to ransome Man (whose least Offence
Was Characterd in Disobedience)
He who knew noe sin came, that, to fullfill
The mercy stature of His Fathers Will:
Thus He Forguave, and Guave, to let us know
What to our very Enemies we owe
By His Example; and decrees this Fate
To the posterety unfortunate
Of too-beleeving-Adam, that They must
Guive Themselves over to noe Other Trust
Than what His word assures; nor to make less
That first of sinns Create them numberless
In Envy, Malice, and Ambition:
But joygn to Charety Contrition
For by-past faults and resolutions raise
To spend the Future in our makers praise:
Obey Him first; Then Those His glorious Powers
Shall Substitute for Our Superiours
And with our own Condition whatsome're
Content, Enjoy a full harmonious Sphere
Leaving noe Orbe for Discords fond increas
Sithence He that's born for Us was Prince of Peace.