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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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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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