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3. Lulla, &c.
Loe, my little babe, bee still, lament no more, From furie shalt thou step aside, help have wee
still in store; Wee heauenly warning have, some other soyle to
seeke, From death must flie the lord of life, as lamb both
mild and meeke: Thus must my babe obey the king that would him kill, Oh woe, and wofull heauie day, when wretches haue
their will.
4. Lulla, &c.
But thou shalt liue and reigne, as Sibilles have
foresayd, As all the prophets prophesie, whose mother, yet a
maide, And perfect virgin pure, with her brestes shall
vpbreede Both God and man that all hath made, the sonne of
heauenly seede: Whom caytiues none can traye, whom tyrants none
can kill, Oh ioy, and ioyfull happie day, when wretches want
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