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In Aurora Anu[n]tiationis 1618 visio Me- ditantis Angeli anu[n]ciantis


[column 1] Whats this that from heavens high topp Falls downe like a Shinning dropp And as through the starres it passes Makes them blasse with light like glasses Still it selfe it hither throwes And downe slyding greater growes Sure it is some heavenlye wight from the Father, sent, of light for as Phœbus setting west through a Cloude darts to the East Soe from forth the place he brake followes him a heavenlye streake darting light through all his path till on Earth he lighted hath

Harke he speakes, All Creatures peace Stayd yor orbes, yor Musicke cease: Whilst rude wind, lett moysty Calme all thy whistling winges enbalme, least rufe Neptune underneath frowne or chafe to heare you breath And you vast Sea cease to chide Th'unnubred beach whereon you slide cause the greate allmighties hands Chaines thee upp in such weake bands Not a Beast nor yet a Bird give a Sound nor man a word while an Angell to a Mayde Such a message shall have said that you all for ioye maye singe for 4 thousand yeares yor kinge Said to Adam yor first Lord He to Earth would send this word Now behold bright Gabriell Starr like flyes this newes to tell Nazareth first sees his rayes Where he lowlye loutes and sayes Hayle chast Mary full of grace God is wth thee in this place blest art thou above all other (Blessed Virgine blessed Mother feare not Marye holye Mayde

Gods

[column 2] Gods highe love on thee is layde: thou a Sonne shalt breed & bringe call him Jesus, for a Kinge he shall bee, and sonne of God ruling nations with his rodd He to Jacobb shall be Friende and his raigne shall never end

Harke How Mary 'gins at that her divine Magnificate cease all Creatures, peace all thinges listen while ye virgin Singes, stint yor ever humming noyce While by her transcending voyce Angells caper up to Skye and bright Gabriell backe doth flye; Silence be in heaven and Earth till this blessed one hath birthe, But when Tymes full tyme is come that to us is borne this sonne then shall all their glorious trayne poure themselves to Earth againe

Then singe all, advance yor throats and stretch loud yor sweetest notes For thousand of sweet heavenly Souldiers then [nb: mark indicates that 'then' should be on this line] Shall glory sing to God & peace to men

Finis