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Her of your name whose fair inheritance	A
Bethina was and jointure Magdalo	B
An active faith so highly did advance	C
That she once knew more than the Church did know	D
The Resurrection so much good there is	E
Deliver'd of her that some Fathers be	F
Loth to believe one Woman could do this	G
But think these Magdalens were two or three	F
Increase their number Lady and their fame	H
To their Devotion add your Innocence	A
Take so much of th'example as of the name	H
The latter half and in some recompence	A
That they did harbour Christ himself a Guest	I
Harbour these Hymns to his dear name addresst	I
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La Corona	J
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Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise	A
Weav'd in my low devout melancholie	B
Thou which of good hast yea art treasury	F
All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes	A
But doe not with vile crowne of fraile bayes	A
Reward my muses white sincerity	F
But what thy thorny crowne gain'd that give mee	F
The ends of Glory which doth flower alwayes	A
The ends crowne our workes but thou crown'st our ends	A
For at our end begins our endlesse rest	I
The first last end now zealously possest	I
With a strong sober thirst my soule attends	A
'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high	K
Salvation to all that will is nigh	K
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Annunciation	J
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Salvation to all that will is nigh	K
That All which alwayes is All every where	L
Which cannot die yet cannot chuse but die	K
Loe faithfull Virgin yeelds himselfe to lye	K
In prison in thy wombe and though he there	L
Can take no sinne nor thou give yet he'will weare	L
Taken from thence flesh which deaths force may trie	L
Ere by the spheares time was created thou	M
Wast in his minde who is thy Sonne and Brother	L
Whom thou conceiv'st conceiv'd yea thou art now	M
Thy Makers maker and thy Fathers mother	L
Thou'hast light in darke and shutst in little roome	N
Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombe	N
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Nativitie	K
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Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombe	N
Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonment	K
There he hath made himselfe to his intent	K
Weake enough now into our world to come	N
But Oh for thee for him hath th'Inne no roome	N
Yet lay him in this stall and from the Orient	K
Starres and wisemen will travell to prevent	K
Th'effect of Herods jealous generall doome	N
Seest thou my Soule with thy faiths eyes how he	F
Which fils all place yet none hold him doth lye	L
Was not his pity towrds thee wondrous high	L
That would have need to be pittied by thee	F
Kisse him and with him into Egypt goe	D
With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe	D
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Temple	B
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With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe	D
Joseph turne backe see where your child doth sit	K
Blowing yea blowing out those sparks of wit	K
Which himselfe on the Doctors did bestow	D
The Word but lately could not speake and loe	D
It sodenly speakes wonders whence comes it	K
That all which was and all which should be writ	K
A shallow seeming child should deeply know	D
His Godhead was not soule to his manhood	K
Nor had time mellowed him to this ripenesse	A
But as for one which hath a long taske 'tis good	K
With the Sunne to beginne his businesse	A
He in his ages morning thus began	J
By miracles exceeding power of man	J
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Crucifying	D
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By miracles exceeding power of man	J
Hee faith in some envie in some begat	K
For what weake spirits admire ambitious hate	K
In both affections many to him ran	J
But Oh the worst are most they will and can	J
Alas and do unto the immaculate	K
Whose creature Fate is now prescribe a Fate	K
Measuring selfe lifes infinity to a span	J
Nay to an inch Loe where condemned hee	F
Beares his owne crosse with paine yet by and by	L
When it beares him he must beare more and die	L
Now thou art lifted up draw mee to thee	F
And at thy death giving such liberall dole	B
Moyst with one drop of thy blood my dry soule	B
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Resurrection	J
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Moyst with one drop of thy blood my dry soule	B
Shall though she now be in extreme degree	F
Too stony hard and yet to fleshly bee	F
Freed by that drop from being starv'd hard or foule	B
And life by this death abled shall controule	B
Death whom thy death slue nor shall to mee	F
Feare of first or last death bring miserie	F
If in thy little booke my name thou enroule	B
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified	L
But made that there of which and for which 'twas	A
Nor can by other meanes be glorified	L
May then sinnes sleep and deaths soone from me passe	A
That wak't from both I againe risen may	A
Salute the last and everlasting day	A
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Ascention	J
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Salute the last and everlasting day	A
Joy at the uprising of this Sunne and Sonne	J
Yee whose just teares or tribulation	J
Have purely washt or burnt your drossie clay	A
Behold the Highest parting hence away	A
Lightens the darke clouds which hee treads upon	J
Nor doth hee by ascending show alone	J
But first hee and hee first enters the way	A
O strong Ramme which hast batter'd heaven for mee	F
Mild Lambe which with thy blood hast mark'd the path	O
Bright Torch which shin'st that I the way may see	F
Oh with thy owne blood quench thy owne just wrath	O
And if thy holy Spirit my Muse did raise	A
Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise	A

John Donne

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