And so it was; bread was that stone; Such bread, Christ, as was all Thine own. Since God so will'd that it should be, To have no bread was bread to Thee. G. CLXIII. _Mulier Canaanitis._ Matt. xv. 22. Quicquid Amazoniis dedit olim fama puellis, Credite: Amazoniam cernimus, ecce, fidem. Foemina, tam fortis fidei? jam credo fidem esse Plus quam grammatice foeminei generis. _The woman of Canaan._ Whate'er Fame tells of Amazons of old, Believe: here Amazonian faith behold. Of such strong faith a woman? Faith I see More than in grammar feminine to be. R. WI. CLXIV. _Deus, post expulsum daemonem mutum, maledicis Judaeis os obturat._ Luc. xi. 14. Una pene opera duplicem tibi daemona frangis: Iste quidem daemon mutus; at ille loquax. Scilicet in laudes, quae non tibi laurea surgit? Non magis hic loquitur, quam tacet ille tuas. _Upon the dumbe devill cast out, and the slanderous Jewes put to silence._ Two devills at one blow Thou hast laid flat; A speaking devill this, a dumbe one that. Was't Thy full victorie's fairer increase, That th' one spake, or that th' other held his peace? CR. CLXV. _Dicebant, Vere hic est Propheta._ Joan. vi. 14. Post tot quae videant, tot quae miracula tangant, Haec et quae gustent, Christe, dabas populo: Jam Vates, Rex, et quicquid pia nomina possunt, Christus erat: vellem dicere, venter erat. Namque his, quicquid erat Christus, de ventre repleto Omne illud vero nomine venter erat. _They said, This is of a truth that Prophet._ When Christ had given the multitude so much, So many miracles to see, taste, touch; Now Prophet, King, the holiest name Heaven wishes, Was Christ: I'd rather call it 'Loaves and fishes.' Whate'er Christ was, to their stay'd appetite 'Twas all more truly 'Loaves and fishes' dight. R. WI. CLXVI. _Christus ambulabat in porticu Salomonis, et hyems erat._ Joan. x. 22. Bruma fuit? non, non; ah, non fuit ore sub isto: Si fuit, haud anni, nec sua bruma fuit. Bruma tibi vernis velit ire decentior horis, Per sibi non natas expatiata rosas. At tibi ne possit se tam bene bruma negare, Sola haec, quam vibrat gens tua, grando[83] vetat. _It was winter, and Jesus walked in Solomon's porch._ Was't winter? No, O no; beneath that Face: At least no natural winter there found place. Winter for Thee would breathe Spring's beauteous hours, With roses crowd its unaccustom'd bowers. But lest so sweetly Winter should retire, Lo, this hail hinders, hurl'd by Jewish ire. R. WI. CLXVII. _Dederunt nummos militibus._ Matt. xxviii. 12. Ne miles velit ista loqui, tu munera donas? Donas, quod possit, cum tacet ipse, loqui. Quae facis a quoquam, pretio suadente, taceri; Clarius, et dici turpius ista facis. _They gave large money to the soldiers._