Cui sacra siderea volueris suspenditur ala? Hunc nive plus niveum cui dabit illa pedem? Christe, tuo capiti totis se destinat auris, Qua ludit densae blandior umbra comae. Illic arcano quid non tibi murmure narrat, Murmure mortales non imitante sonos? Sola avis haec nido hoc non est indigna cubare: Solus nidus hic est hac bene dignus ave.[71] Πῆ ταχύεργος ἄγει πτὲρυγ' ἀστερόεσσαν ἐρετμός; Ἢ τίνι κεῖνα φέρει τὴν πόδα χιονέην; Χριστὲ, τεῇ κεφαλῇ πάσαις πτερύγεσσιν ἐπείγει· Πῆ σκιά τοι δασίοις παῖζε μάλα πλοκάμοις. Ποῖά σοι ἀῤῥήτῳ ψιθυρίσματι κεῖν' ἀγορεύει; Ἀρρήτ', οὐκ ἠχῆς ἶσα μὲν ἀνδρομέης. Μοῦνα μὲν ἥδ' ὄρνις καλιᾶς ἐστ' ἀξία ταύτης· Ἀξία δ' ὄρνιθος μοῦνα μὲν ἡ καλιά. _To the sacred Dove alighting on the head of Christ._ On whom doth this blest Bird its wings outspread? Where will it suffer its white feet to rest? O Jesus, hovering o'er Thy hallow'd head, Within Thy hair's sweet shade it seeks a nest. There does it breathe a mystic song to Thee, A melody unlike all earthly sound: That Bird alone to this pure nest may flee; This nest alone worthy the Bird is found. W. CXXVI. _In fores divo Petro sponte apertas._ Act. xii. 10. Quid juvit clausisse fores, bone janitor, istas? Et Petro claves jam liquet esse suas. Dices, sponte patent: Petri ergo hoc scilicet ipsum Est clavis, Petro clave quod haud opus est. _The doors of the prison self-opening to Peter._ Good jailor, how is this, These doors thou lockest here? That Peter has the keys 'Tis now to all men clear. Thou say'st the doors self-open, And well thou sayest indeed; For by this very token He no other key doth need. G. CXXVII. _Murmurabant Pharisaei, dicentes, Recipit peccatores, et comedit cum illis._ Luc. xv. 2. Ah male, quisquis is est, pereat, qui scilicet istis Convivam, saevus, non sinit esse suum! Istis cum Christus conviva adjungitur, istis O non conviva est Christus, at ipse cibus.[72] _The Pharisees murmured, saying, This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them._ Ah, let him perish in his harsh protests Who sinners checks to be the Saviour's guests! Sinners do entertain Christ as a guest: They spread the table, but He is the feast. G. & B. CXXVIII. _In trabem Pharisaicam._ Matt. vii. 3. Cedant, quae, rerum si quid tenue atque minutum est, Posse acie certa figere, vitra dabunt. Artis opus mirae! Pharisaeo en optica trabs est, Ipsum, vera loquor, qua videt ille nihil. _On the beam of the Pharisee._ Grant you can fix upon a needle's end Each smallest object microscopes will lend. Rare beam to look through has the Pharisee, Whereby, in sooth, nothing itself sees he! R. WI. CXXIX.