Waiting on Thy victorious hand, Of Thy renown, and their own shame : To be the life of their own death. "Twas time to hold their peace when they Yet is their silence unto Thee, While they speak nothing, they speak all While they speak nothing, they proclaim Upon our Saviour's Tomb, wherein never man was laid. It is better to go into Heaven with one Eye, &c. Yet, if thou'lt fill one poor eye with Thy Heaven and Thee, O grant, sweet Goodness, that one eye may be All, and every whit of me. LUKE XI. Upon the dumb Devil cast out, and the slanderous WO devils at one blow Thou hast laid flat, LUKE X. And a certain Priest coming that way, looked on him, and passed by. HY dost thou wound my wounds, O thou that passest by, Handling and turning them with an unwounded eye? The calm that cools thine eye does shipwreck mine, for O, Unmoved to see one wretched is to make him so! LUKE XI. Blessed be the Paps which Thou hast sucked. UPPOSE He had been tabled at thy teats, He'll have His teat ere long, a bloody one,— The mother then must suck the Son. To Pontius washing his blood-stained Hands. That thou need'st heap A rape upon't? till thy adult'rous touch Each drop's a tear that weeps for her own waste. And with sad murmurs chides the hands that stain her! Leave, leave for shame, or else, good judge, decree, What water shall wash this, when this hath washèd thee. MATTHEW XXIII. Ye build the Sepulchres of the Prophets. HOU trimm'st a Prophet's tomb, and dost The life thou took'st from him unto his death. Vain man! the stones that on his tomb do lie Upon the Infant Martyrs. O see both blended in one flood, The mothers' milk, the children's blood, Makes me doubt if Heaven will gather Roses hence, or lilies rather. JOHN XVI. Verily I say unto you, Ye shall weep and lament. ELCOME, my grief, my joy; how dear's I'll weep, and weep, and will therefore Weep, 'cause I can weep no more. Thou, Thou, dear Lord, even Thou alone, JOHN XV. Upon our Lord's last comfortable Discourse with His LL Hybla's honey, all that sweetness can, It is too sweet to be a long-lived one. LUKE XVI. Dives asking a Drop. DROP, one drop, how sweetly one fair drop Would tremble on my pearl-tipp'd finger's top! My wealth is gone, O, go it where it will, Spare this one jewel, I'll be Dives still! MARK XII. Give to Caesar And to God LL we have is God's, and yet Cæsar challenges a debt; Nor hath God a thinner share, Whatever Cæsar's payments are; All is God's; and yet, 'tis true, All we have is Cæsar's too. But now they have seen and hated. EEN? and yet hated Thee? they did not see, They saw Thee not, that saw and hated Thee: No, no, they saw Thee not, O Life! O Love! Who saw aught in Thee that their hate could move? Upon the Crown of Thorns, taken from our Blessed Lord's Head, all bloody. NOW'ST thou this, soldier? 'tis a much changed plant, which yet Thyself didst set. 'Tis changed indeeed; did Autumn e'er such beauties bring To shame his Spring?* O who so hard an husbandman did ever find A soil so kind? Is not the soil a kind one which returns Roses for thorns? She began to wash His Feet with Tears and wipe them with the Hairs of her Head. ER eyes' flood licks His feet's fair stain, Her hair's flame licks up that again. This flame thus quench'd hath brighter beams, This flood thus stainèd fairer streams. * These two lines are not in the version of the Paris edition of 1652. |