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| .13. |
| Spitt in my face ye Iewes, & pierce my side, [f. 36] |
| Buffet, & scoffe, scourge, & crucify mee: |
| For I haue sin'd, & sin'd: & humbly hee |
| Wch could do no iniquity hath dyde. |
| But by my death cannot be satisfy'de |
| My sins; wch passe ye Iewes impietee: |
| They killd once an inglorious, but I |
| Crucify him dayly, beeing now glorifyde. |
| Oh let me then his strange love still admyre: |
| Kings pardon, but he bore or punishment. |
| And Iacob came clothd in vile harsh attyre |
| But to supplant and wth gainfull intent: |
| God cloth'd himselfe in vile Mans flesh, yt so |
| He might be weake inough to suffer wo. |
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| .14. |
| Why ame I by all Creatures wayted on? |
| Why do the prodigall Elements supply |
| Life & foode to mee, beeing more pure then I, |
| Simple, & farther frō corruption? |
| Why brookst thou ignorant horse subiection? |
| Why dost thou Bull & bore, so selily |
| Dissemble weaknes, & by one Mans stroke dy |
| Whose whole kind you might swallow & feed vpon? |
| Alas I'ame weaker, wo'is me, & worse then you, |
| You haue not sin'd, nor neede be timorous. |
| But wonder at a greater wonder; for to vs |
| Created Nature doth these things subdue, |
| But their Creator, whom Sin nor Nature tyed, |
| For vs his creatures & his foes hath dyed. |