Neither durst any man from that day forth ask Him any more questions.
Nets, frauds of Pharisees, the Lord beguiles;
His sacred lips disperse the wretched wiles.
So they were silent—enforc'd so to be:
Such silence, Lord, their best address to Thee. G.
LXXI.
S. Joannes matri suae. Matt. xx. 20.
O mihi cur dextram, mater, cur, oro, sinistram
Poscis, ab officio mater iniqua tuo?
Nolo manum Christi dextram mihi, nolo sinistram:
Tam procul a sacro non libet esse sinu.
St. John and his mother.
Mother, why ask you right or left for me?
The benefit would be an injury.
Nor right nor left for me convenient are:
From His sweet bosome either is too far. B.
LXXII.
Si filius Dei es, dejice te. Matt. iv. 6.