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Other Meditations |
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Spitt in my face yee Iewes, and pierce my side [31] |
Buffet and scoffe, scourge and crucify mee |
ffor I haue sinnd and sinnd, and only hee |
Who could doe no iniquity, hath dyd |
But by my death cannot bee satisfyd |
My sinnes wch passe the Iewes impiety |
They killd once an inglorious man, but I |
Crucify Him dayly beeing now glorifyd |
O let mee then his strange loue still admire |
kings pardon, but hee bore our punishment |
And Iacob came clothd in vile harsh attyre |
But to supplant, and with gaynefull intent. |
God clothd himselfe in vile mans flesh, that so |
Hee might bee weake enough to suffer woe |
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Why are wee by all creatures wayted on? |
Why do the prodigall elements supply |
Life and foode to mee beeing more pure then I |
Simpler and farther from corruption? |
Why brookst thou, ignorant horse, subiection? |
Why dost thou Bull and Beare so sillily |
Dissemble weakenesse and by one mans stroke dye |
Whose whole kind you might swallow and feede vpon? |
Weaker I am woe is mee, and worse then you |
You haue not sinnd, nor neede bee timerous. |
But wonder at a greate wonder, for to vs |
Created Nature doth these things subdue |
But theyr Creator whome sinne nor Nature tyd |
ffor vs his Creatures and his foes hath dyd
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[CW: What if__] |