With the opening of this piece compare Hawes’s Conuercyon of Swerers, where Christ is made to exclaim,
“They newe agayne do hange me on the rode,
They tere my sydes, and are nothynge dysmayde,
My woundes they do open, and deuoure my blode:
I, god and man, moost wofully arayde,
To you complayne, it maye not be denayde;
Ye nowe to lugge me, ye tere me at the roote,
Yet I to you am chefe refuyte and bote.”
and a little after,
“Why arte thou harde herted,” &c.