To be redeem'd the world's Redeemer brought,
Two selye turtle-doves, for ransome payes;
Oh! ware with empyres worthy to be bought,
This easye rate doth sounde, not drowne Thy praise!
For sith no price can to Thy worth amounte,
A dove, yea love, dew price Thou dost accounte.

Old Simeon cheap penyworth and sweete
Obteyn'd, when Thee in armes he did embrace;
His weeping eyes Thy smyling lookes did meete,
Thy love his hart, Thy kisses blissd his face:
O eyes! O hart! meane sightes and loves avoyde,
'Base not your selves, your best you have enjoy'd!

O virgin pure! thou dost these doves presente
As due to lawe, not as an equall price;
To buy such ware thou would'st thy life have spente;
The worlde to reach His worth coulde not suffice;
If God were to be bought, not worldly pelfe,
But thou, wert fittest price next God Him self.