To God the Son

Great Prynce of heaven! begotten of that Kyng
Who rules the kyngdome, that himself dyd make;
And of that Vyrgyn-Queene mannes shape did take,
Which from Kynge Davyd's royal stock dyd sprynge;
No mervayle, though thy byrth mayd angells synge,
And angells' dyttyes shephyrdes pypes awake;
And kynges, lyke shepehyrds, humbled for thy sake,
Kneele at thy feete, and guyftes of homage brynge:
For heaven and earth, the hyghe and lowe estate,
As partners of thy byrth make aequall clayme;
Angells, because in heaven God Thee begatt,
Sheepehyrdes and kynges, because thy mother came
From pryncely race; and yet by povertye
Mayd glory shyne in her humillitye.