On the still-surviving markes of our Saviour's wounds.
Whatever story of their crueltie,
Or naile, or thorne, or speare have writ in Thee,
Are in another sence
Still legible;
Sweet is the difference:
Once I did spell
Every red letter
A wound of Thine;
Now, what is better,
Balsome for mine. Cr.
ANOTHER RENDERING.
Each bloody, cruel character,
Thorn, nail, and spear had written,
When here, as man's great Arbiter,
On Calvary Thou wert smitten,
Thou wearest still above, O Lord:
But now no longer wounds they are;
According to Thy Holy Word,
They med'cine for my wounds declare. G.
LVII.
Aeger implorat umbram D. Petri. Act. v. 15.
Petre, tua lateam paulisper, Petre, sub umbra:
Sic mea me quaerent fata, nec invenient.
Umbra dabit tua posse meum me cernere solem;
Et mea lux umbrae sic erit umbra tuae.
The sick implore St. Peter's shadow.
Under thy shadow may I lurke awhile,
Death's busie search I'le easily beguile:
Thy shadow, Peter, must show me the sun;
My light's thy shadowe's shadow, or 'tis done. Cr.
ANOTHER RENDERING.