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| XI. |
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| Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, * |
| Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie me, |
| For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and only he, |
| Who could do no iniquity, hath dyed: |
| But by my death can not be satisfied |
| My sinnes, which pass the Jews impietie: |
| They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I |
| Crucifie him daily being now glorified. |
| O let me then his strange love still admire: |
| Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment. |
| And Jacob came cloth'd in vile harsh attire, |
| But to supplant, and with gainful intent: |
| God cloth'd himself in vile mans flesh, that so |
| He might be weak enough to suffer woe. |
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| XII. |
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| Why are we by all creatures waited on? |
| Why do the prodigal elements supply |
| Life and food to me, being more pure than I, |
| Simpler, and further from corruption? |
| Why brook'st thou ignorant horse, subjection? |
| Why dost thou bull, and bore so seelily |
| Dissemble weakness, and by one mans stroke die, |
| Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon? |
| Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse than you, |
| You have not sinn'd, nor need be timorous, |
| But wonder at a greater, for to us |
| Created nature doth these things subdue, |
| But their Creator, 'whom sin, nor nature tyed; |
| For us, his Creatures, and his foes, hath dyed.
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[CW: VIII.] |