Quare cum Publicanis manducat Magister vester? Matt. ix. 11.
Ergo istis socium se peccatoribus addit?
Ergo istis sacrum non negat ille latus?
Tu, Pharisaee, rogas, Jesus cur fecerit istud?
Nae dicam: Jesus, non Pharisaeus, erat.
Wherefore eateth your Master with Publicans?
Wherefore associates He with sinners vile?
Why hides He not His holy self the while?
Askest thou, Pharisee, how this can be?
Because 'tis Jesus, not a Pharisee. G.
LIV.
Ecce locus ubi jacuit Dominus.
Ipsum, ipsum, precor, ô potius mini, candide, monstra:
Ipsi, ipsi ô lacrymis oro sit ire meis.
Si monstrare locum satis est, et dicere nobis,
En, Maria, hic tuus en hic jacuit Dominus;
Ipsa ulnas monstrare meas, et dicere possum,
En, Maria, hic tuus en hic jacuit Dominus.
Φαίδιμέ, μοι αὐτὸν μᾶλλόν μοι δείκνυθι αὐτόν.
Αὐτός μου, δέομαι, αὐτὸς ἔχῃ δάκρυα.
Εἰ δὲ τόπον μοὶ δεικνύναι ἅλις ἐστὶ, καὶ εἰπεῖν,
Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ·
Ἀγκοίνας μου δεικνύναι δύναμαί γε καὶ εἰπεῖν,
Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ.
Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
Show me Himselfe, Himselfe, bright Sir, O show
Which way my poore tears to Himselfe may goe.
Were it enough to show the place, and say,
Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay;
Then could I show these armes of mine, and say,
Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay.