Canst look, and by with look so tranquil pass,
Nor heed my wounds? O, wounds on wounds, alas!
O peace, too grim! on it set little store:
Who looks unmov'd on misery makes it more. A.
XXII.
Leprosi ingrati. Luc. xvii.
Dum linquunt Christum, ah morbus! sanantur euntes:
Ipse etiam morbus sic medicina fuit.
At sani Christum, mens ah male-sana! relinquunt:
Ipsa etiam morbus sic medicina fuit.
The ungrateful lepers.
Whilst leaving Christ—ah, fell disease!—
They're healèd as they go:
Their malady their medicine is,
Because He will'd it so.
But healèd now—ah, mind diseas'd!—
They from the Lord depart:
Their healing their disease is now,
Bred in an ingrate heart. G.
XXIII.
Ne soliciti estote tu crastinum. Matt. vi. 34.
I, miser, inque tuas rape non tua tempora curas:
Et nondum natis perge perire malis.
Mi querulis satis una dies, satis angitur horis:
Una dies lacrymis mi satis uda suis.
Non mihi venturos vacat expectare dolores:
Nolo ego, nolo hodie crastinus esse miser.
Be ye not fretted about to-morrow.