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The Close.

Therfore to Thee & thine Auspitious ray

(Dread sweet!) lo thus

At lest by us, The delegated Eye of Day Does first his Scepter, then Himself in solemne Tribute pay.

Thus he undresses

His sacred unshorn treses ;
At thy adored Feet, thus, he layes down

[1.] His gorgeous tire

Of Aame & fire, [2.] His glittering Robe, [3.] his sparkling Crown, [1.] His Gold, [2.] his MIRRH, [3.] his FRANKINCENCE, [Cho.] To which He now has no pretence. For being show'd by this day's light, how farr He is from sun enough to make Thy starr, His best ambition now, is but to be Somthing a brighter Shadow (sweet) of thee. Or on heavn’s azure forhead high to stand Thy golden index; with a duteous Hand Pointing us Home to our own sun The world's & his HYPERION.

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'Mongst those long rowes of c[r]ownes that guild your race,
These Royall sages sue for decent place.
The day-break of the nations; their first ray;
When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian Day.
And smild i'th' Babe's bright face, the purpling Bud
And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood;
Fair first-fruits of the LAMB. Sure Kings in this;
They took a kingdom while they gave a kisse.
But the world's Homage, scarse in These well blown,
We read in you (Rare Queen) ripe & full-grown.
For from this day's rich seed of Diadems
Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms,
A Golden harvest of crown'd heads, that meet
And crowd for kisses from the LAMB's white feet.
In this Illustrious throng, your lofty Aoud
Swells high, fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud!
With your bright head whose groves of scepters bend
Their wealthy tops ; & for these feet contend.
So swore the Lamb's dread fire. And so we see't.
Crownes, & the Heads they kisse, must court these Feet.
Fix here, fair Majesty! May your Heart ne’re misse
To reap new Crownes & KINGDOMS from that kisse.
Nor may we misse the joy to meet in you
The aged honors of this day still new.
May the great time, in you, still greater be
While all the Year is your EPIPHANY,
While your each day's devotion duly brings
Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three Kings.











The Versicle.

LORD, by thy Sweet & Saving Sign,

The Responsory.
Defend us from our foes & Thine.
W. Thou shallt open my lippes, O LORD.
Ry. And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse.
V. O God make speed to save me.
R. O LORD make hast to help me.
GLORY be to the FATHER,

and to the Son,

and to the H. GHOST. As it was in the beginning, is now, & ever shall be, world without end. Amen.



He wakefull Matines hast to sing,

The unknown sorrows of our king,
The FATHER'[s] word & wisdom, made
Man, for man, by man's betraid;
T'he world's price sett to sale, & by the bold
Merchants of Death & sin, is bought & sold.
Of his Best Freinds (yea of himself) forsaken,
By his worst foes (because he would) beseig'd & taken.

The Antiphona.
All hail, fair TREE.
Whose Fruit we be.

shall raise
Thy seemly praise.

Who broughtst to light
Life out of death, Day out of night.

The Versicle.
Lo, we adore thee,
Dread LAMB! And bow thus low before thee,

The Responsor.
'Cause, by the covenant of thy Crosse,
Thou’hast sav'd at once the whole world's losse.

The Prayer.
Lord Jesu-CHRIST, son of the living God! interpose,

I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy Crosse & Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour of my death.

And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church peace & concord; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.


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