Mel Heliconium :: :: University of Virginia Library

He that would prove a good Physitian,
Must be a Centaur, that's a horse and man:
And he that will keep men from Charons boat,
Must be a Cock, a Crow, a Snake, a Goat.
Let him that's sick, and bruis'd, who cryes and grones,
Repair to Christ, he'l heal the broken bones:
He can do more then Æsculapius,
Who brought from death to life torn Virbius.
He first subdu'd death in himself, and then
Restor'd us all to life, who were dead men,
Dead in our sins, and dead in Gods just ire;
But Christ hath kill'd our death, and quencht that fire
Which doth torment and burn, but not consume,
A fire which gives no light, which yeelds no sume.
His death then is our life, our drink his blood;
His stripes our physick, and his flesh our food.
And when he comes again in Majestie,
To plague the workers of iniquity,
Sitting upon the clouds, whose voice like Thunder,
Shall shake heav'ns Tower, and cleave the earth in sunder:

Then will he raise all those that sleep in dust,
And crown with immortality the just.