XXXIII.
Vidit urbem, et flevit super eam. Luc. xix. 41, 42.
Ergo meas spernis lacrymas, urbs perfida? Sperne.
Sperne meas, quas ô sic facis esse tuas.
Tempus erit, lacrymas poterit cum lacryma demum
Nostra, nec immerito, spernere spreta tuas.
He saw the city, and wept over it.
Why scornest thou My tears, deceitful city?
Scorn, scorn My tears, and thus thou mak'st them thine.
The time will come when thou shalt seek My pity;
But I shall scorn thy tears, as thou scorn'st Mine. G.
XXXIV.
Nec sicut iste publicanus. Luc. xviii. 11.
Tu quoque dum istius miseri peccata fateris,
Quae nec is irato mitius ungue notat;
Hic satis est gemino bonus in sua crimina telo.
Interea, quid erit, mi Pharisaee, tuis?
Nor even as this publican.
While thou too dost this wretch's sins confess,
Which he with hand and tongue deplores no less;
If he 'gainst his own crimes twice just will be,
What thinks he meanwhile of the Pharisee? R. Wi.