Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Mors Christi. 2.
And am I here, and my Redeemer gone?
Can He be dead, and is not my life done?
Was he tormented in excesse of measure,
And doe I live yet? and yet live in pleasure?
Alas! could Sinners finde out ne're a one,
More fit than Thee, for them to spit upon?
Did thy cheekes entertaine a Traytors lips?
Was thy deare body scourg'd, and torne with whips?
So that the guiltlesse blood came trickling after?
And did thy fainting browes sweat blood and water?
Wert thou (Lord) hang'd upon the Cursed Tree?
O world of griefe! and was all this for me?
Can He be dead, and is not my life done?
Was he tormented in excesse of measure,
And doe I live yet? and yet live in pleasure?
Alas! could Sinners finde out ne're a one,
More fit than Thee, for them to spit upon?
Did thy cheekes entertaine a Traytors lips?
Was thy deare body scourg'd, and torne with whips?
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And did thy fainting browes sweat blood and water?
Wert thou (Lord) hang'd upon the Cursed Tree?
O world of griefe! and was all this for me?
Burst forth, my teares, into a world of sorrow,
And let my nights of griefe finde ne're a morrow;
Since thou art dead (Lord) grant thy servant roome,
Within his heart, to build thy heart a Tombe.
And let my nights of griefe finde ne're a morrow;
Since thou art dead (Lord) grant thy servant roome,
Within his heart, to build thy heart a Tombe.
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