Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs Dedicated to two top-branches of gentry: Sir Charles Shirley, Baronet, and William Davenport, Esquire. Written by Thomas Bancroft |
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20. | 20. On the two theeves crucified with our Saviour.
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Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs | ||
20. On the two theeves crucified with our Saviour.
As Jew and Gentile did his life oppose,So here two Theeves our dying Lord enclose:
These, true to falshood, gasping here for breath,
Doe yet invade the King of life and death:
The one with worst of weapons playes his part,
The other robbes him of his dearest heart:
Both on the bloody Characters doe looke,
Of life, yet one but saved by the Booke:
That (as in Moses bush) with Raies divine
Sees in the thorny Crowne some glory shine,
And hangs not faster on the fatall wood,
Than his soule cleaves to her eternall good.
Strange Thiefe! that thus by vertue of his vice
Broke loose from Hell, and stole to Paradise.
Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs | ||