XXVIII. Non erat iis in diversorio locus. Luc. ii. 7. O furor humani miracula saeva furoris ! There was no room for them in the inn. XXIX. In lacrymas Lazari spretas a Dirite. Lae, xvi. Felix. 6, lacrymis, ó Lazare, ditior istis, Quam qui purpureas it gravia inter opes: Illum eam ratili nova purpura vestiet ignia, Ile tras la rymas quam volet ene ras Upon Lacera kia teares. Rieb Lazara, rither in those gema, thy teara, He woumes them now; hot, 0, theyl kit fill wel G. Ipsius le crimen, quod tuit ipse, fuit. Cai, has a gry that Ciste fesses He is the Christ, Wroth that The Christ confesseth Christ He is! His fault that He is but Himself. I wis. Thee shall I reckon priest? Strange priest is he Who leaves not God His own Divinity! G. XXXI. Cum tot signa edidisset, non credebant in ewa. Joan. xii. 37. Non tibi, Christe, fidem tua tot miracula praestant ; ( verbi, ó dextrae dulcia regna tuae! Non praestant? neque te post tot miracula credunt? Miraclum qui non credidit, ipse fuit.1 But though He had done so many miracle's before them, yet they believed not on Him. For all Thy sign they still refuse Thee, Lord; CL. Barksdale, as before, thus renders the latter couplet: After so many miracles done well, XXXII. Ad S. Andream piscatorem. Marc. i. 16. Quippe potes pulchre captare et fallere pisces; To S. Andrew, fisherman. How cleverly the fishes he beguiles! He learns to use a hundred cunning wiles. Ho, thou good Fisher: Christ casts out His net; G. XXXIII. Ego sum vox, &c. Joan. i. 23. Vox ego sum, dicis: tu vox es, sancte Joannes? I am the voice. 'I am the voice,' thou sayest. Thou holy John, If voice thou art, why was thy father dumb? O silence strange! which as I muse upon, I see thy voice from God, not man, did come. G. VOL. II. i Calm-flowing Sea greet Earth with kisses bland, Let holy Peace on golden pinions steal, Till each blest brow is mark'd with its own seal. XXXVI. In die Conjurationis sulphureae. Quam bene dispositis annus dat currere festis! Upon the Powder-day. How fit our well-rank'd Feasts do follow! All-mischiefe comes after All-Hallow.1 CR. XXXVII. Deus sub utero Virginis. Luc. i. 31. Ecce tuus, Natura, pater; pater hic tuus hic est: Pellibus exiguis arctatur Filius ingens, Quem tu non totum, crede, nec ipsa capis. Quanta uteri, Regina, tui reverentia tecum est, Dum jacet hic coelo sub breviore Deus! Conscia divino gliscunt praecordia motu, Nec vehit aethereos sanctior aura polos. Query Is there a punning-play on Judas'' All Hail' (i.e. All Hallow) before the Betrayal? G. |