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Spitt in my face yee lewes, and peirce my side, Buffett, and scoff, scourge, and crucifie mee, For I haue sinn'd, and sinn'd, and only hee Who could doe none iniquitie hath dyed. But by my Death cannot bee satisfied My sinnes which pass the lewes impietie; They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I Crucifie him daily, being nowe glorified. Oh lett mee then his strange loue still admire, Kings pardon, but hee bore our punnishment; And Iacob came cloathed in vile harsh attire, But to supplant, and with gainfull intent; God cloath'd himself in vile mans fleash that soe Hee might bee weake enough to suffer woe. 8. 5 10 Why are wee by all Creatures waited on? Why doe the prodigall Elements supplye Life, and foode to mee, being more pure then I, Simpler, and farther from corruption? Why brook'st thou ignorant horse, subiection? 5 Why dost thou Bull, and Bore soe sillilye Dissemble weaknes, and by one mans stroke dye, Whose whole kinde you might swallowe, and feed vpon? Weaker I am, woe is mee, and worse then you. You haue not sinn'd, nor neede bee timorous; 10 But wonder at a greater wonder, for to vs Created Nature doth these things subdue. But their Creatour, whom sinne, nor nature tied For vs his Creatures, and his foes hath died. TEXTS AND ApPARATUSES 7· Spitt in my face yee lewes, and peirce my side, Buffett, and scoff, scourge, and crucifie mee, For I haue sinn'd, and sinn'd, and only hee Who could doe none iniquitie hath dyed. But by my Death cannot bee satisfied My sinnes which pass the lewes impietie; They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I Crucifie him daily, being nowe glorified. Oh lett mee then his strange loue still admire, Kings pardon, but hee bore our punnishment; And Iacob came cloathed in vile harsh attire, But to supplant, and with gainfull intent; God cloath'd himself in vile mans £leash that soe Hee might bee weake enough to suffer woe. 8. 5 10 Why are wee by all Creatures waited on? Why doe the prodigall Elements supplye Life, and foode to mee, being more pure then I, Simpler, and farther from corruption? Why brook'st thou ignorant horse, subiection? 5 Why dost thou Bull, and Bore soe sillilye Dissemble weaknes, and by one mans stroke dye, Whose whole kinde you might swallowe, and feed vpon? Weaker I am, woe is mee, and worse then you. You haue not sinn'd, nor neede bee timorous; 10 But wonder at a greater wonder, for to vs Created Nature doth these things subdue. But their Creatour, whom sinne, nor nature tied For vs his Creatures, and his foes hath died. TEXTS AND ApPARATUSES ...

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