MARK VII. The Dumb healed, and the People enjoined silence. HRIST bids the dumb tongue speak; it He charges to be quiet; it runs round. If in the first He us'd His finger's touch: His hand's whole strength here could not be too much. MATTHEW XXVIII. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. HOW me Himself, Himself, bright Sir, O show Which way my poor tears to Himself may go. Were it enough to show the place, and say, Look, Mary, here see where thy Lord once lay; Then could I show these arms of mine and say, Look, Mary, here see where thy Lord once lay. To Pontius washing his Hands. HY hands are wash'd, but O, the water's spilt The flood, if any can, that can suffice, Must have its fountain in thine eyes. To the Infant Martyrs. O, smiling souls, your new-built cages break, The place that calls you hence is, at the worst, Milk all the way. N On the Miracle of Loaves. OW, Lord, or never, they'll believe on Thee; MARK IV. Why are ye afraid, O ye of little faith? Or, 'cause Heaven's face is dim, His needs a cloud. Was ever froward wind That could be so unkind, Or wave so proud? The wind had need be angry, and the water black, That to the mighty Neptune's self dare threaten wrack. There is no storm but this Of your own cowardice That braves you out; You are the storm that mocks Yourselves; you are the rocks Besides this fear of danger there's no danger here, On the Blessed Virgin's bashfulness. HAT on her lap she casts her humble eye, The fair star is well fixt, for where, O where, Could she have fixt it on a fairer sphere? "Tis Heav'n, 'tis Heav'n she sees, Heav'n's God there lies; She can see Heaven, and ne'er lift up her eyes: This new guest to her eyes new laws hath given, 'Twas once look up, 'tis now look down to Heaven. Upon Lazarus's Tears. ICH Lazarus! richer in those gems, thy tears, He scorns them now, but O, they'll suit full well With th' purple he must wear in hell. Two went up into the Temple to pray. One went to brag, th' other to pray. One stands up close, and treads on high, One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God. Upon the Ass that bore our Saviour. ATH only anger an omnipotence In eloquence? Within the lips of love and joy doth dwell Why else had Balaam's ass a tongue to chide His master's pride? And thou, Heaven-burthen'd beast, hast ne'er a word To praise thy Lord? That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder, Was a great wonder; But O, methinks 'tis a far greater one, That thou find'st none. MATTHEW VIII. I am not worthy that Thou shouldst come under my Roof. HY God was making haste into thy roof, Thy humble faith and fear keeps Him aloof: He'll be thy guest; because He may not be, He'll come into thy house? No, into thee. Upon the Powder-day. OW fit our well-rank'd Feasts do follow, I am the Door. ND now th' art set wide ope, the spear's sad art, Hath shut these doors of heaven, that durst MATTHEW X. The Blind cured by the Word of our Saviour. HOU speak'st the word, Thy word's a law; Was never man, Lord, spake like Thee. To speak thus was to speak, say I, MATTHEW XXVII. And He answered them nothing. MIGHTY Nothing! unto thee, Nothing, we owe all things that be. God spake once when He all things made, He saved all when He Nothing said. The world was made of Nothing then; To our Lord, upon the Water made Wine. MATTHEW XXII. Neither durst any Man from that day ask Him any M more Questions. IDST all the dark and knotty snares, And treads with uncontrolled steps. Stony amazement makes them stand |