Jeft not at preachers language, or expreffion : How know't thou, but thy fins made him miscarry? Then turn thy faults and his into confeffion : God fent him, whatfoe'er he be: O tarry,

And love him for his master: his condition, Tho' it be ill, makes him no ill physician. None fhall in hell fuch bitter pangs endure, As those, who mock at God's way of falvation. Whom oil and balfams kill, what falve can cure? They drink with greedinefs a full damnation.

The Jews refused thunder; and we, folly. Though God do hedge us in, yet who is holy? Sum up at night what thou haft done by day; And in the morning, what thou haft to do: Dress and undrefs thy foul; mark the decay And growth of it: if with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both: fince we shall be Moft furely judg'd, make thy accounts agree. In brief, acquit thee bravely; play the man : Look not on pleasures as they come, but go. Defer not the leaft virtue: life's poor fpan Make not an ell, by trifling in thy woe.

If thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains: If well, the pain doth fade, the joy remains.

Then they accuse me of great blafphemy,
That I did thrust into the Deity,

Who never thought that any robbery :

Was ever grief, &c.

Some faid, that I the temple to the floor
In three days rais'd, and raised as before.
Why, he that built the world can do much more :
Was ever grief, &c.

Then they condemn me all with that same breath,
Which I do give them daily unto death.
Thus Adam my firft breathing rendereth :

Was ever grief, &c.

They bind, and lead me unto Herod: he Sends me to Pilate. This makes them agree; But yet their friendship is my enmity:

Was ever grief, &c.

Herod, and all his bands do fet me light,)
Who teach all hands to war, fingers to fight,
And only am the Lord of hosts and might:
Was ever grief, &c.

Herod in judgments fits, while I do ftand;
Examines me with a cenforious hand:
I him obey, who all things elfe command:

Was ever grief, &c.

The Jews accufe me with defpitefulness; 'And vying malice with my gentleness, Pick quarrels with their only happiness:

Was ever grief, &c,

I answer nothing, but with patience prove
If ftony hearts wilt melt with gentle love.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
Was ever grief, &c.

My

My filence rather doth augment their cry,
My dove back into my bosom fly,
Because the raging waters still are high:

Was ever grief, &c.

Hark how they cry aloud ftill, Crucify:
It is not fit be live a day, they cry,
Who cannot live less than eternally :

Was ever grief, &c.

Pilate, a stranger, holdeth off; but they,
Mine own dear people, cry, Away, away,
With noises confufed frighting the day:
Was ever grief, &c.

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Yet ftill they shout, and cry, and stop their ears,
Putting my life among their fins and fears,
And therefore with my blood on them and theirs.
Was ever grief, &c.

See how fpite cankers things. These words aright
Used, and wished, are the whole worlds light:
But honey is their gall, brightness their night:
Was ever grief, &c.

They choose a murderer, and all agree
In him to do themselves a courtefy;

For it was their own cause who killed me:

Was ever grief, &c.

And a feditious murd'rer he was:

But I the prince of peace; peace that doth pafs All understanding, more than heav'n doth glass.

Was ever grief, &c.

Why, Cæfar is their only king not I:

He clave the ftony rock, when they were dry;

But furely not their hearts, as I well try :

: Was ever grief, &c.

Ah!

Then they accuse me of great blafphemy,
That I did thrust into the Deity,

Who never thought that any robbery :

Was ever grief, &c.

Some faid, that I the temple to the floor
In three days rais'd, and raised as before.
Why, he that built the world can do much more :
Was ever grief, &c.

Then they condemn me all with that fame breath,
Which I do give them daily unto death.
Adam my firft breathing rendereth :
Was ever grief, &c.

They bind, and lead me unto Herod: he Sends me to Pilate. This makes them agree; But yet their friendship is my enmity:

Was ever grief, &c.

Herod, and all his bands do fet me light,)
Who teach all hands to war, fingers to fight,
And only am the Lord of hosts and might:
Was ever grief, &c.

Herod in judgments fits, while I do ftand;
Examines me with a cenforious hand:
I him obey, who all things elfe command:
Was ever grief, &c.

The Jews accufe me with defpitefulness;
'And vying malice with my gentleness,
Pick quarrels with their only happiness :
Was ever grief, &c,

I answer nothing, but with patience prove
If ftony hearts wilt melt with gentle love.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
Was ever grief, &c.

My

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Then with a fcarlet robe they me array;
Which fhews my blood to be the only way,
And cordial left to repair man's decay:

Was ever grief, &c.

Then on my
For these are all the grapes Sion doth bear,
Though I my vine planted and watered there:
Was ever grief, &c.

head a crown of thorns I wear.

So fits the earth's great curfe in Adam's fall
Upon my head: fo I remove it all

From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:

Was ever grief, &c.

Then with the reed they gave to me before, They strike my head, the rock from whence all

ftore

Of heav'nly bleffings iffue evermore:

Was ever grief, &c.

They bow their knees to me, and cry, Hail king, Whatever fcoffs or fcornfulness can bring,

I am the floor, the fink, where they it fling:

Was ever grief, &c.

Yet fince man's fceptres are as frail as reeds, And thorny all their crowns, bloody their weeds, I who am truth, turn into truth their deeds:

Was ever grief, &c.

The foldiers alfo fpit upon that face,
Which angels did defire to have the grace,
And prophets once to fee, but found no place:
Was ever grief, &c.

Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout,
Who Crucify him, cry with one strong shout.
God holds his peace at man, and man cries out:
Was ever grief, &c.

They