Mat. 22. Neither durst any man from that day, aske him any more questions. M Id'st all the darke and knotty snares, To hold their peace is all the wayes Upon our Saviours tombe wherein never man was laid. Ow life and death in thee HOW Agree! Thou had'st a virgin wombe, A Joseph did betroth And tombe, Them both. It is better to goe into heaven with one eye, &c. Ne eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more, Yet if thou'lt fil one poor eye, with thy heaven, & thee, Luke. 11. Upon the dumb Devill cast out, and the slanderous Jewes put to silence. Two devills at one blow thou hast laid flat, 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 and passed by. W my wounds, ô thou that Hy doest thou wound 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. 11. Blessed be the Paps which thou hast sucked. , To Pontius washing his blood-sta[in]ed hands. SMurther no sin? Or a sin so cheape See how she weeps, and weepes, that she appeares T Mat. 23. Yee build the Sepulchres of the Prophets. Hou trim'st a Prophets Tombe, and dost bequeath Vaine man! the stones that on his Tombe doe lye T Upon the Infant Martyrs. Ο see both blended in one flood, Makes me doubt if heav'n will gather Joh. 16. Verily I say unto you, yee shall weep and lament. W 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, Yet is the joy I take in't small or none; A one Luke 16. Dives asking a drop. Drop, drop, how sweetly one faire drop 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 S But now they have seen and hated. Eene? and yet hated thee? they did not see, No, no, they saw thee not, ô Life, ô Love, K Upon the Crowne of thornes taken downe from the Now'st thou this Souldier? 'tis which yet a much chang'd plant, Thy self did'st set, O! who so hard a husbandman did ever find, A soyle so kind? 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 H Er eyes flood lickes his feetes faire staine, On St. Peter cutting off Malchus his eare. Ell Peter dost thou wield thy active sword, WEll Well for thy selfe (I meane) not for thy Lord : To strike at eares, is to take heed there be Joh. 3. But men loved darknesse rather than light. The world whine He world's light shines, shine as it will, I doubt though when the World's in Hell, |