ANNUNCIATIO B.V. by JOSEPH BEAUMONT

COME every Eare
That longs to heare
News though most strange, yet full as true
As ever rung
From any Toung,
Or from Fames widest Trumpet flew.

Observe you there
A Messenger
Faire as ye Morne, whose noble Wing
All pure & bright
As is ye Light
Some News as sweet as Day doth bring.

And tis ye Day
The World did pray
So long to see; The World which sate
In a dark Night
Till now this Light
Begins its dawne from Heavns fair Gate.

It is no lesse
Then Blessednesse
Which @3Gabriel@1 brings; it is ye News
Of God who now
To us below
Himselfe, & all his Bounty shews.

The Mighty One
@3Gods onely Son@1
Sets forth to Day, & @3Gabriel's@1 come
His Harbenger
To find Him heer
A Correspondent Royall Roome.

And that can be
No where, sayes He
But in thy revernd womb, sweet Maid;
Where this great Guest
Will take his rest
And in that private Bed be layd.

Haile, @3Queen of Love@1,
Whose Sweets can move
The @3Spouse of Hearts@1 to lodge with Thee,
And hither come
From his bright Home
To shrowd in thy Virginitie.

Inlarge thy Breast
To make a Nest
For the @3Eternall Dove,@1 who now
From Heavn will hover
With thy dear Lover,
To place Him in his House below

O doe not fear
To lose thy Dear
Virginitie, who art design'd
Above all other,
In whom a Mother
Shall with a Virgin be conjoynd.

Be but content
And give consent
To be ye Mother of thy God
That we may see
Againe in Thee
The budding of old @3Aarons@1 rod;

And by thy Seed
Forever tread
With noble Vengeance on ye Head
Whose craft at first
Made all accurst,
Who from ye Woman issued.

@3HAILE FULL OF GRACE@1;
May we have place
To heap our prayses on thy Crowne,
About whose wreathe
All Sweets doe breathe
And Heavns illustrious Joyes are throwne.

May we have leave
To think old Eve
No more unhappy, who have found
The Cure, & may
With Triumph say:
@3EVE'S@1 GALL in @3MARIES@1 SWEETS are drownd.

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