The Temple
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The Temple
The Church
The Sonne
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Let forrain nations of their language boast, What fine varietie each tongue affords: I like our language, as our men and coast: Who cannot dresse it well, want wit, not words. How neatly doe we give one onely name To parents issue and the sunnes bright starre! A sonne is light and fruit; a fruitfull flame Chasing the fathers dimnesse, carri’d farre From the first man in th’ East, to fresh and new Western discov’ries of posteritie. So in one word our Lords humilitie We turn upon him in a sense most true: |
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 The Church A True Hymne |