THE FLESH.
"Sweet, thou art pale."
"More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore his Father's wrath for me."
"Sweet, thou art sad."
"Beneath a rod
More heavy Christ for my sake trod
The wine-press of the wrath of God."
"Sweet, thou art weary."
"Not so Christ:
Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For strength, salvation, eucharist."
"Sweet, thou art footsore."
"If I bleed,
His feet have bled: yea, in my need
His heart once bled for mine indeed."