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And knowe the love of thee wch is exprest
And knowe the love of thee wch is exprest
By laying thy sweet crosse where thou lovest best
By laying thy sweet crosse where thou lovest best
[in margin crux]
[in margin crux] sweet crosse whose height is great omin potend
whose depth inscrutable, is sapience
Whose breadth is clarity ore all extending
Whose length eternitye blest w[i]thout ending
[in margin Spinae] But give me first compunction for my sinne
Next sorrowe for the ill estate my neighbors in
Lastlye a zealous good of emulation
To doe whats right before thee, and soe fashion
of these three peircing twiggs a crowne of thorne
for mee, as thou and thy saints hath worne
[in margin Officio] then nayle my ffeete and hands & make them tarry

Revision as of 09:03, 6 July 2017

Shee reached wine in Babilonish challice [in margin Spungia] whose golden show and sweet tast, shred up mirth able to exponge all goodnes from the earth My sydes shee peirces w[i]th sharpe jests & toyes [in margin Lancea] whence flowes a streame of laughter & vayne toyes w[hi]ch my fond soule in ruddy mirth doth dye and when I thus am lifted upp on highe [in margin Suffir agin] Insteed of those should mocke my sinnes w[hi]ch shame her parasites about me round p[ro]claime My seeming sparked of goodnes, Jesu see The world hath crucifyed mee thus to thee O save mee for if thus I dye or sincke Where shee would bury mee I quake to thinke

Redeeme me Savior while I yett have breathe And lett me not goe laughing thus to deathe [in margin Flagellum] Thou that thy Temple w[I]th a whipp didst purge Soe wounding cure me if thou please & scourge These robbers from mee, cast them forth & lash Till they unloade mee, and take hence their trash [in margin onus] Insteed whereof impose thy yoake I praye To deeme againe, and set mee in thy waye [in margin via] That upp thy steepe mount I maye followe fast And gather breath by goinge till at last Wth saints to comp[re]hend I maye have strength Wt is the glorious height, depth, breadth & length And knowe the love of thee wch is exprest By laying thy sweet crosse where thou lovest best [in margin crux] sweet crosse whose height is great omin potend whose depth inscrutable, is sapience Whose breadth is clarity ore all extending Whose length eternitye blest w[i]thout ending [in margin Spinae] But give me first compunction for my sinne Next sorrowe for the ill estate my neighbors in Lastlye a zealous good of emulation To doe whats right before thee, and soe fashion of these three peircing twiggs a crowne of thorne for mee, as thou and thy saints hath worne [in margin Officio] then nayle my ffeete and hands & make them tarry