V. But ô thy side, thy deep-digg'd side! VI. No hair so small, but payes his river VII. But while I speak, whither are run All the rivers nam'd before? I counted wrong. There is but one; But ô that one is one all ore. VIII. Rain-swoln rivers may rise proud, Bent all to drown & overflow. They themselves are drowned too. IX. This thy blood's deluge, a dire chance Dear LORD to thee, to us is found A deluge of Deliverance; A deluge least we should be drown'd. N'ere wast thou in a sense so sadly true, The WELL of living WATERS, Lord, till now. UPON THE CROWNE OF THORNS K TAKEN DOWNE From the head of our Bl. LORD, Now'st thou This, Souldier? 'Tis à much-chang'd plant Thy selfe didst sett. O who so hard a Husbandman did ever find; Is not the soile a kind one, which returnes UPON THE BODY OF OUR BL. LORD, NAKED AND BLOODY. Hey 'have left thee naked, LORD, O that they had! Thee with thy self they have too richly clad; O never could there be garment too good W ADORO TE Ith all the powres my poor Heart hath Thus lowe (my hidden life!) I bow to thee Whom too much love hath bow'd more low for me. Down down, proud sense! Discourses dy. Keep close, my soul's inquiring ey! Nor touch nor tast must look for more Your ports are all superfluous here, O let thy wretch find that releife And lesse to lean on. Because than Though hidd as GOD, wounds writt thee man, And that too was thy self which thee did cover, But here ev'n That's hid too which hides the other. Sweet, consider then, that I Though allow'd nor hand nor eye |