“Poor world (said I) what wilt thou do To entertain this starry stranger? Is this the best thou canst bestow? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger? Contend, ye powers of heav’n and earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth. Richard Crashaw
“Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.Richard Crashaw
“Proud world, said I, cease your contest, And let the mighty babe alone. The phoenix builds the phoenix’ nest. Love’s architecture is his own. The babe whose birth embraves this morn, Made his own bed ere he was born. Richard Crashaw