CUM lacrymas oculosque duos tot vulnera vincant, Sepia concurrat, peccatis aptior humor, Since my two eyes To the dying Lord. and utmost tears Thy many wounds exceed; Weeping will never match their worth, I must dissolve indeed: O let my ink together run, Moisture of fitting hue; And thus black tears for my black sins These guilty cheeks imbue. II. In Sudorem sanguineum. Quo fugies, sudor? quamvis pars altera Christi G. Si tibi non illud placeat mirabile corpus, On the bloody Sweat. Whither wilt thou, O bloody sweat, now flee? And if His marvellous body please thee not, Amid the crowd of men stain'd with sin's blot. For succouring me most worthy thou shalt be. III. In eundem. Sic tuus effundi gestit pro crimine sanguis, On the same. Impatient for man's sin to be pour'd out, Thy blood E'en for a little while may not restrain its flood. G. More freely. So does Thy blood for sin exult to pour, G. G. IV. In Latus perfossum. Christe, ubi tam duro patet in te semita ferro, On the pierced Side. O Christ, where now a path I see For my poor heart a way to Thee V. In Sputum et Convicia. O barbaros! sic os rependitis sanctum, Sputando, blasphemando? nempe ne hoc fiat On the Spittle and Revilings. O barbarous ! e'en thus do ye requite Thus foully is the sacred fountain stirr'd? G. Dare ye the living waters thus defile, VI. In Coronam spineam. Christe, dolor tibi supplicio, mihi blanda voluptas; On the thorny Crown. Grief is the source of suffering, Lord, to Thee; Thou, Lord, art pierced grievously with thorn; I with a rose: Lord, look on me forlorn! Exchange the points that pierce; take Thou, the Head, All roses; and Thy members thorns instead. VII. In Arund., Spin., Genufl., Purpur. G. Quam nihil illudis, Gens improba! quam male cedunt Scommata! Pastorem semper Arundo decet. Quam nihil illudis ! cum quo magis angar acuto Purpureo melius sanguine regna probem: At non lusus erit, si quem tu laeta necasti On the Reed, Crown of Thorns, Bending the Knee, and Vainly ye mock; your scoffs fly wide, vile race; All times to come shall bend both heart and knee : VIII. In Alapas. Ah, quam caederis hinc et inde palmis ! Sic unguenta solent manu fricari; Sic toti medicaris ipse mundo. On the Buffetings. R. WI. They smite Thee, Lord, on all sides with their palms; Thus men are wont to bruise Earth's precious balms : |