~ John Donne (1572-1631)
2. Salvation to all that will is nigh,
That All, which alwayes is All every where,
Which cannot sinne, and yet all sinnes must beare,
Which cannot die, yet cannot chuse but die,
Loe, faithfull Virgin, yeelds himselfe to lye
In prison, in they wombe; and though he there
Can take no sinne, nor thou give, yet he’will weare
Taken frmo thence, flesh, which deaths force may trie.
Ere by the spheares time was created, thou
Wast in h is minde, who is thy Sonne, and Brother,
Whom thou conceiv’st, conceiv’d; yea thou art now
Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother,
Thou’hast light in darke; and shutst in little roome,
Immensity cloysterd in thy deare wombe.