XXIV. A telonio Matthaeus. Matt. ix. 9. Ah satis, ah nimis est: noli ultra ferre magistrum, Jam fuge; jam, Matthaee, feri fuge regna tyranni: Matthew called from the receipt of custom. Flee, Matthew, flee the cruel tyrant's sway, To the sweet cross that waits for thee to-day. R.WI. XXV. Viduae filius e feretro matri redditur. Luc. vii. 15. En redeunt, lacrymasque breves nova gaudia pensant; Bisque illa est, uno in pignore, facta parens. Felix quae magis es nati per funera mater: Amisisse, iterum cui peperisse fuit. The dead son re-delivered to his mother. Sweet restoration! by new joys outweigh'd, Brief sorrow is exil'd, Christi scilicet. C. The reference is to a runaway slave whose punishment would be crucifixion. G.] And the lorn widow is a mother made Twice in her only child. O happy mother! then a mother most When all her hopes seem'd vain : Happy, who wept beside a dear son lost, And found him born again. CL. XXVI. Bonum intrare in coelos cum uno oculo, &c. Matt. xviii. 9. Uno oculo? ah centum potius mihi, millia centum: Nam quis ibi, in coelo, quis satis Argus erit? Aut si oculus mihi tantum unus conceditur, unus Iste oculus fiam totus et omnis ego. It is better to go into heaven with one eye, &c. One eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more, To fix those full-fac't glories. O, he's poore Of eyes that has but Argus' store! Yet, if thou'lt fill one poore eye with Thy Heaven and Thee, O grant, sweet Goodnesse, that one eye may be All and every whit of me. ANOTHER VERSION. With one eye! Ah! but rather to me give All Argus' eyes were no superlative To view the glories Thy three heavens afford. CR. And the lorn widow is a mother made Twice in her only child. O happy mother! then a mother most When all her hopes seem'd vain : Happy, who wept beside a dear son lost, And found him born again. XXVI. CL. Bonum intrare in coelos cum uno oculo, &c. Matt. xviii. 9. Uno oculo? ah centum potius mihi, millia centum : Nam quis ibi, in coelo, quis satis Argus erit? Aut si oculus mihi tantum unus conceditur, unus Iste oculus fiam totus et omnis ego. It is better to go into heaven with one eye, de. One eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more, To fix those full-fac't glories. O, he's poore Of eyes that has but Argus' store! Yet, if thou'lt fill one poore eye with Thy Heaven and Thee, O grant, sweet Goodnesse, that one eye may be All and every whit of me. ANOTHER VERSION. With one eye! Ah! but rather to me give All Argus' eyes were no superlative To view the glories Thy three heavens afford. CR. |