Ni se dejiciat Christus de vertice Templi,
Non credes quod sit Filius ille Dei?
At mox te humano de pectore dejicit: heus tu,
Non credes quod sit Filius ille Dei?
If Thou be the Son of God, cast Thyself down.
Cast Thyself from the pinacle whereon
I set Thee, or I think Thee not God's Son.
No; but He'l cast thee from the hearts of men,
Satan. Wilt not believe He's God's Son then? B.
LXXIII.
Dominus flens ad Judaeos. Luc. xix. 41.
Discite, vos miseri, venientes discite flammas;
Nec facite ô lacrymas sic periisse meas.
Nec periisse tamen poterunt: mihi credite, vestras
Vel reprimet flammas haec aqua, vel faciet.
The Lord weeping over the Jews.
Think on the coming flames I would prevent;
Let not My tears for you in vain be spent.
And yet they can't be spent in vain; for sure
This water flames will quench, or else procure. B.
LXXIV.
Nec velut hic Publicanus. Luc. xviii. 11.