Yet my disciples fleep: I cannot gain Arife, arife, they come. Look how they run ! Was ever grief, &c. With clubs and ftaves they feek me as a thief, Was ever grief, &c. Judas, doft thou betray me with a kifs ? Was ever grief, &c. See they lay hold on me, not with the hands All my difciples flee; fear puts a bar Was ever grief, &c. Betwixt my friends and me. They leave that, Star Was ever grief, &c. Then from one Ruler to another bound They lead me; urging, that it was not found What I taught. Comments would the text confound. Was ever grief, &c. The Priefts and Rulers all false witness seek Was ever grief like mine? Then they accuse me of great blafphemy, Who never thought that any robbery. Was ever grief, &c. Some faid, that I the Temple to the floor Was ever grief, &c. Then they condemn me all with the fame breath, Was ever grief, &c. They bind, and lead me unto Herod; he Was ever grief, &c. Herod and all his bands do fet me light, Was ever grief, &c. Herod in judgment fits, while I do stand; Was ever grief, &c. The Jews accufe me with defpitefulness; Was ever grief like mine ? I answer nothing, but with patience prove Was ever grief, &c. My filence rather doth augment their cry; Was ever grief, &c. Hark how they cry aloud ftill, Crucify; Was ever grief, &c. Pilate, a ftranger, holdeth off, but they, Was ever grief, &c, Yet ftill they shout and cry, and stop their ears, Was ever grief, &c. See how fpite cankers things! These words aright Was ever grief, &c. They chufe a murderer, and all agree Was ever grief like mine? And a feditious murderer he was: But I, the Prince of Peace; peace that doth pafs Why, Cafar is their only King, not I: He clave the ftony rock when they were dry; Was ever grief, &c. Ah, how they scourge me! yet my tenderness Was ever grief, &c, They buffet me, and box me as they lift, Was ever grief, &c. Behold, they fpit on me in scornful wife; Was ever grief, &c. My face they cover, though it be divine; Was ever grief, &c; Servants and abjects flout me; they are witty: So they in me deny themselves all pity. Was ever grief like mine? And now I am delivered unto death, Was ever grief, &c. Weep not, dear friends, fince I forboth have wept, When all my tears were blood, the while you flept: Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept. Was ever grief, &c. The Soldiers led me to the common hall; Was ever grief, &c. Then with a scarlet robe they me array; Was ever grief, &c. Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear, Was ever grief, &c. So fits the Earth's great curfe in Adam's fall From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall. Was ever grief, &c. |