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A passionate meditation ~

O man looke what paine for thee willinglye I tooke on mee see my body scourged round that it seemes but all one wound Hanging up twixt Earth and skie mockt and scornd by all goes by see my armes stretcht wide and open and my sinewes torne and broken while sharpe nayles with bitte pang rend my pale hands where I hange which myne owne waight doth not teare But thy waighty sinne I beare See my head (ay me forlorne) peirced deepe with cruell thorne which soe long thereon hath stoode that each twige runns downe with blood Veiwe my feete and see my syde Peircd and plowd by furrowes wyde See all comfort from mee taken Both of heaven and Earthe forsaken And not one with word or deede Pittyes me while heare I bleede yea all they that stand in hearinge mocks me for my patient bearinge and with scofs augment my sors when for bitter paine I rore

    Ely, Ely, I am dyinge

Harke they mocke mee to for cryinge This I beare for thine amisse was there ever paine like this! Yes, and I doe most feare that Least thou man should prove ingrate

    Now, thou dost but make me smarte,
    But in that thou kilst my harte.

FINIS