Mat. 22. Neither durst any man from that day, aske him any more questions. M Id'st all the darke and knotty snares, Black wit or malice ca To be the life of their own death. Twas time to hold their peace, when they Yet is their silence unto thee, While they speake nothing, they proclame To hold their peace is all the wayes These wretches have to speake thy praise. Upon our Saviours tombe wherein never man was laid. Ow life and death in thee How Agree! And tombe, Thou had'st a virgin wombe, A Joseph did betroth Them both. It is better to goe into heaven with one eye, &c. ONe eye? Ne eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more, Of eyes that has but Argus store. Yet if thou'lt fil one poor eye, with thy heaven, & thee, O grant (sweet goodnesse) that one eye may be All and every whit of me. Luke. II. Upon the dumb Devill cast out, and the slanderous Jewes put to silence. Wo devills at one blow thou hast laid flat, TWO A speaking Devill this, a dumbe [one] that. Was't thy full victories fairer increase, That th' one spake, or that th' other held [his] peace? Luke. 10. And a certaine Priest comming that way, looked on him W Hy Hy doest thou wound my wounds, & thou that passest by, Handling & turning them with an unwounded eye? The calme that cooles thine eye does shipwrack mine, for ô, Unmov'd to see one wretched is to make him so. Luke. II. Blessed be the Paps which thou hast sucked. SU Uppose he had been tabled at thy Teates, To Pontius washing his blood-sta[in]ed hands. Murther no sin? Or a sin so cheape 'S Mu That thou did'st heape A Rape upon't? till thy adult'rous touch Taught her these sullied cheeks, this blubber'd face, The daughter of a faire, and well fam'd fountaine, See how she weeps, and weepes, that she appeares Each drop's a teare, that weeps for her owne wast; And with sad murmurs, chides the hands that staine her: ΤΗ Mat. 23. Yee build the Sepulchres of the Prophets. Hou trim'st a Prophets Tombe, and dost bequeath The life thou took'st from him unto his death: Vaine man! the stones that on his Tombe doe lye Keep but the score of them that made him dye. T Upon the Infant Martyrs. O see both blended in one flood, The Mothers milke, the Childrens blood, Makes me doubt if heav'n will gather Roses hence, or Lillies rather. Joh. 16. Verily I say unto you, yee shall weep and lament. WE Elcome my Grief, my Joy; how deare's? Thou, thou (Deare Lord) even thou alone, John 15. Upon our Lord's last comfortable discourse with his Disciples. A LL Hybla's honey, all that sweetnesse can, Flowes in thy Song (ô faire, ô dying swan!) Yet is the joy I take in't small or none; It is too sweet to be a long-liv'd one. Luke 16. Dives asking a drop. Drop, one drop, how sweetly one faire drop A would tremble on my pearle-tipt fingers top? My wealth is gone, ô goe it where it will, A Marke 12. (Give to Cæsar---) (And to God------) LL we have is God's, and yet Nor hath God a thinner share, S' But now they have seen and hated. Eene? and yet hated thee? they did not see, They saw thee not, that saw and hated thee: No, no, they saw thee not, ô Life, ô Love, Who saw ought in thee that their hate could move. Upon the Crowne of thornes taken downe from the Now'st thou this Souldier? 'tis a much chang'd plant, KNO which yet Thy self did'st set, A soyle so kind? O! who so hard a husbandman did ever find, Is not the soyle a kind one which returnes Luke 7. Roses for Thornes? She began to wash his feet with teares, and wipe them with the haires of her head. H Er eyes flood lickes his feetes faire staine, Her haires flame lickes up that againe: On St. Peter cutting off Malchus his eare. 7 Ell Peter dost thou wield thy active sword, WE To strike at eares, is to take heed there be No witnesse Peter of thy perjury. Joh. 3. But men loved darknesse rather than light. TH He world's light shines, shine as it will, |