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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. |