Ah! how they scourge me! yet my tenderness Doubles each lafh: and yet their bitterness Winds up my grief to a mysteriousness: Was ever grief, &c. They buffet me, and box me as they lift, Behold they spit on me in fcornful wife, Was ever grief, &c. My face they cover, though it be divine; Servants and abjects flout me; they are witty Was ever grief, &c. And now I am deliver'd unto death, Which each one calls for fo with utmost breath, That he before me well nigh fuffereth : Was ever grief, &c. Weep not, dear friends, fince I for both have wept, The foldiers lead me to the common hall; Then Then with a scarlet robe they mẹ array; Was ever grief, &c. Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear. So fits the earth's great curfe in Adam's fall From th'earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall: Then with the reed they gave to me before, They strike my head, the rock from whence all ftore Of heav'nly bleffings iffue evermore: Was ever grief, &c. They bow their knees to me, and cry, Hail king, Yet fince man's fceptres are as frail as reeds, Was ever grief, &c. The foldiers alfo fpit upon that face, Was ever grief, &c. Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout, Who Crucify him, cry with one strong shout. God holds his peace at man, and man cries out: Was ever grief, &c. They They lead me in once more, and putting then Mine own clothes on, they lead me out again, Whom devils fly, thus is he tofs'd of men: Was ever grief, &c. And now weary of sport, glad to ingrofs Was ever grief, &c. My cross I bear myself, until I faint; Was ever grief, &c. O all ye who pass by, behold and fee: Man ftole the fruit, but I must climb the tree; The tree of life to all, but only me: Was ever grief, &c. Lo, here I hang, charg'd with a world of fin, The greater world o' th' two: for that came in By words, but this by forrow I must win : Was ever grief, &c. Such forrow, as if finful man could feel, But, O my God, my God! why leav'st thou me, Never was grief, &c. Shame tears my foul, my body many a wound; Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound; Reproaches, which are free, while I am bound: Was ever grief, &c. Now Now heal thyself, physician; now come down. Alas! I did fo, when I left my crown And fathers fmile for you, to feel his frown : In healing not myself, there doth confift Was ever grief, &c. Betwixt two thieves I spend my utmost breath, Was ever grief, &c. A king my title is, prefixt on high; Was ever grief, &c. They gave me vinegar mingled with gall, They part my garments, and by lot dispose Was ever grief, &c. Nay, after death their spite shall further go: For they will pierce my fide, I full well know; That as fin came, fo facraments might flow: Was ever grief, &c. But now I die; now all is finished: My woe, man's weal: and now I bow my head: Only let others fay, when I am dead, Never was grief like mine? FINI S.. |