For that faire blessed Mother-maid, 
Whose flesh redeem'd us; that she-Cherubin, 
Which unlockld Paradise, and made 
One claime for innocence, and disseiz'd sinne, 
Whose wombe was a strange heav'n for there 
God cloth'd himselfe, and grew, 
Our zealous thankes wee poure. As her deeds were 
Our helpes, so are her prayers; nor can she sue 
In vaine, who hath such titles unto you.