Robert Southwell quotes

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Within his crib is surest ward,
This little babe will be thy guard,
This stable is a Prince's court.
This crib His chair of state;
Behold, a silly, tender babe
In freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies:
Alas, a piteous sight.
Do homage to thy King,
And highly praise His humble pomp
Which He from Heaven doth bring.
\'Alas!' quoth he, \'but newly born in fiery heats I fry,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I.
As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;
Times go by turns, and chances change by course,
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.
The lopped tree in time may grow again,
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;
grant me grace, O god, that I
My life may mend, sith I must die.
'Remember, man, that thou art dust!'
But yet, alas, but seldom I
Do think indeed that I must die . . .
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