CLX. Christus in tempestate. Matt. viii. 23-27. Why are ye afraid, O ye of little faith? Or 'cause Heaven's face is dim, His needs a cloud. Was ever froward wind That could be so unkind, Or wave so proud? The wind had need be angry, and the water black, That to the mighty Neptune's Self dare threaten wrack. There is no storm but this Of your own cowardise That braves you out ; You are the storme that mocks Yourselves; you are the rocks Of your owne doubt: Besides this feare of danger there's no danger here, And he that here feares danger does deserve his feare. C'R. ANOTHER VERSION. That the Sea with such violence falls on, 'Tis not his malice, but ambition: This the ambition, this the loud request, At Thy command, O Christ, to take his rest. B. VOL. II. Conquering for sin, not Rome; sad laurel-wreath, Old Pluto scarce wears diadem so base, Sits scarce so swart enthron'd in his own place. CLXII. Hic lapis fiat panis. Matt. iv. 3. Et fuit ille lapis, quidni sit dicere? panis, To have no bread was bread to Thee. CLXIII. Mulier Canaanitis. Matt. xv. 22. Quicquid Amazoniis dedit olim fama puellis, R. WI. G. The woman of Canaan. Whate'er Fame tells of Amazons of old, Of such strong faith a woman? Faith I see CLXIV. R. WI. Deas, post expulsum daemonem mutum, maledicis Judaeis os obturat. Luc. xi. 14. Una pene opera duplicem tibi daemona frangis: Iste quidem daemon mutus; at ille loquax. pon the dumbe devill cast out, and the slanderous Jewes put Two devills at one blow Thou hast laid flat; That th' one spake, or that th' other held his peace ? CLXV. CR. Dicebant, Vere hic est Propheta. Joan. vi. 14. Post tot quae videant, tot quae miracula tangant, Omne illud vero nomine venter erat. 1 |