In being which, he hath no godheads grace:
O strangest Roome, this subject takes his place,
In want of room, for none was in his Inne.
O strangest color to be viewed in,
For humane darknesse vailed hath his face.
O strangest middle of respective space,
Where as a starre more than the sunne could win.
O strangest star that must reveale this sight
that by disorder from the rest gives light.
O strangest eyes that saw him by this starre,
Who when bystanders saw not, saw so farre.
And since such wonders were in seeing him
No wonder if my wondring thought grow dim.
--William Alabaster (1567-1640), English poet, playwright, convert to Catholicism and then back to Anglicanism, and priest
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