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First Line: Let foreign nations of their language boast
Last Line: We him in glorie call, the sonne of man.
Variant Title(s): The Son
Subject(s): Jesus Christ

LET forrain nations of their language boast,
What fine varietie each tongue affords:
I like our language, as our men and coast;
Who cannot dresse it well, want wit, not words.
How neatly do we give one onely name
To parents issue and the sunnes bright starre.
A sonne is light and fruit; a fruitfull flame,
Chasing the fathers dimnesse; carri'd far
From the first man in th' East, to fresh and new
Western discov'ries of posteritie.
So, in one word, our Lords humilitie
We turn upon him in a sense most true;
For what Christ once in humblenesse began,
We him in glorie call, The Sonne of Man.

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