And look at last, how of most wretched wights He taken was, betrayed, and false accused; How with most scornful taunts and fell despites He was reviled, disgraced, and foul abused; How scourged, how crowned, how buffeted, how bruised; And, lastly, how 'twixt robbers crucified, With bitter wounds through hands, through feet, and side! * * * * * With sense whereof whilst so thy softened spirit Is inly touched, and humbled with meek zeal Through meditation of his endless merit, Lift up thy mind to th' author of thy weal, And to his sovereign mercy do appeal; Learn him to love that lovéd thee so dear, And in thy breast his blessed image bear. With all thy heart, with all thy soul and mind, Thou must him love, and his behests embrace; _commands._ All other loves with which the world doth blind Weak fancies, and stir up affections base, Thou must renounce and utterly displace, And give thyself unto him full and free, That full and freely gave himself to thee. * * * * * Thenceforth all world's desire will in thee die, And all earth's glory, on which men do gaze, Seem dust and dross in thy pure-sighted eye, Compared to that celestial beauty's blaze, Whose glorious beams all fleshly sense do daze With admiration of their passing light, Blinding the eyes and lumining the sprite. Then shalt thy ravished soul inspiréd be With heavenly thoughts far above human skill, _reason._ And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainly see The Idea of his pure glory present still Before thy face, that all thy spirits shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love, Kindled through sight of those fair things above.