The Betraying of Christ Ivdas in despaire. The seuen Words of our Sauior on the Crosse. With Other Poems on the Passion [by Samuel Rowlands] |
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The Iewes mocking of Christ.
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The Iewes mocking of Christ.
Contempt, reproch, disdaine and spight,
A meeting had in Pilats hall,
To scoffe at Christ, sinne to delight
Hell furies, and themselues vvithall:
In purple robe they did him place,
Meane vvhile their soules disrob'd of grace.
A meeting had in Pilats hall,
To scoffe at Christ, sinne to delight
Hell furies, and themselues vvithall:
In purple robe they did him place,
Meane vvhile their soules disrob'd of grace.
A thornie crowne vpon his head,
A reed (for scepter) in his hand,
Foes guard him round, all friends vvere fled,
Aloofe his poore Disciples stand.
All haile vvas heard on ev'ry side,
And he swaied most, could most deride.
A reed (for scepter) in his hand,
Foes guard him round, all friends vvere fled,
Aloofe his poore Disciples stand.
All haile vvas heard on ev'ry side,
And he swaied most, could most deride.
They blind his sight, vvhose soules more blind
Had quite extinct the light of grace,
They buffet him, and bid him find
Who 'twas that strooke him on the face:
All speech of spight and damned iest,
With euery vice, vvas in request.
Had quite extinct the light of grace,
They buffet him, and bid him find
Who 'twas that strooke him on the face:
All speech of spight and damned iest,
With euery vice, vvas in request.
When fierce Philistians had dismaid
The pensiue Saul, and forc'd him flie,
To him that bare his speare, he said
Oh draw thy sword, friend me to die,
Let not my deaths-man be my foe,
Least scorning shame dishonour so.
The pensiue Saul, and forc'd him flie,
To him that bare his speare, he said
Oh draw thy sword, friend me to die,
Let not my deaths-man be my foe,
Least scorning shame dishonour so.
Such greefes a noble heart doth find,
To heare reprochfull vvords offence,
Like sorrowes cannot gall his mind,
If mortall vvounds should rid him hence:
The thoughts that haughty courage beares,
Greeue more at vvords then deaths pale feares.
To heare reprochfull vvords offence,
Like sorrowes cannot gall his mind,
If mortall vvounds should rid him hence:
The thoughts that haughty courage beares,
Greeue more at vvords then deaths pale feares.
Then vvhat report can aptly show
The passions Christs afflicted soule
(Through taunts and scoffes) did vndergoe,
By Iewish abiect base controule?
By so much more his greefes increast,
By how much more his guilt vvas least.
The passions Christs afflicted soule
(Through taunts and scoffes) did vndergoe,
By Iewish abiect base controule?
By so much more his greefes increast,
By how much more his guilt vvas least.
Aboue all flesh that ere vvas borne,
Of iniuries he most indur'd,
Because inflicted vvrongfull scorne,
No spot of crime in him procurd,
If one offend and shame displease,
The fault compar'd 'twill somewhat ease.
Of iniuries he most indur'd,
Because inflicted vvrongfull scorne,
No spot of crime in him procurd,
If one offend and shame displease,
The fault compar'd 'twill somewhat ease.
Th' Egiptians greeuing of the Iewes,
And the Philistians vexing Saul,
The mockes the children once did vse
T'offend Gods Prophet therewithall,
And Michols scoffing Israels king,
Were common wrongs, a daily thing.
And the Philistians vexing Saul,
The mockes the children once did vse
T'offend Gods Prophet therewithall,
And Michols scoffing Israels king,
Were common wrongs, a daily thing.
Such vvrongs, of vvrongs vsurpe the name,
To those extreames to Iesus done,
The vvorld hath neuer knowne like shame,
Of that sinne laid vpon Gods sonne,
It had been iust, on man accurst,
If sorrowes had perform'd their vvorst.
To those extreames to Iesus done,
The vvorld hath neuer knowne like shame,
Of that sinne laid vpon Gods sonne,
It had been iust, on man accurst,
If sorrowes had perform'd their vvorst.
But vvhen a pure and holy life,
With spot or blemish neuer stayn'd,
Twixt God and man shall vmpire strife,
To be himselfe for guilty payn'd:
What vvrongs so great, vvhat paines vvere such?
Who but a God vvould doe so much?
With spot or blemish neuer stayn'd,
Twixt God and man shall vmpire strife,
To be himselfe for guilty payn'd:
What vvrongs so great, vvhat paines vvere such?
Who but a God vvould doe so much?
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