Thy God was making hast into thy roofe; Thy humble faith and feare keepes him aloofe. Hee'll be thy guest, because He may not be; Hee'll come--into thy house? No, into thee. CR. XLIII. _Christus accusatus nihil respondet._ Matt. xxvii. 12. Nil ait: ô sanctae pretiosa silentia linguae! Ponderis ô quanti res nihil illud erat! Ille olim verbum qui dixit, et omnia fecit, Verbum non dicens omnia nunc reficit. _And He answered them nothing._ O mighty Nothing! unto thee, Nothing, wee owe all things that bee. God spake once when Hee all things made, Hee sav'd all when Hee Nothing said. The world was made of Nothing then; 'Tis made by Nothing now againe. CR. ANOTHER VERSION. 'Nothing He said.' O precious silence of that sacred tongue! O what vast interests on that Nothing hung! He who once spoke the word, and all things made, Now re-makes all, when not a word is said. G. XLIV. _Nunc dimittis._ Luc. ii. 29. Spesne meas tandem ergo mei tenuere lacerti? Ergo bibunt oculos lumina nostra tuos? Ergo bibant: possintque novam sperare juventam: O possint senii non meminisse sui! Immo mihi potius mitem mors induat umbram, Esse sub his oculis si tamen umbra potest. Ah, satis est. Ego te vidi, puer auree, vidi: Nil post te, nisi te, Christe, videre volo.[53] _Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace._ And is my hope grasp'd in these arms of mine At last, and do these eyes drink light from Thine? There let them drink with a new youth in store, And feel the dimming touch of age no more. Nay rather, if Thine eyes can give it room, Let Death's soft shadow gently o'er them come. Thee have I seen, O Child: enough for me: I care not to behold aught else but Thee. CL. XLV. _Verbum inter spinas._ Luc. viii. 7. Saepe Dei verbum sentes cadit inter, et atrum Miscet spina procax, ah, male juncta! latus. Credo quidem: nam sic spinas, ah, scilicet inter Ipse Deus verbum tu quoque, Christe, cadis. _The Word among thorns._ Often and often 'good words' fall Where thorns and briars rankly crawl; Their spines lay hold, and choke, and pierce-- Like to wild beast in hunger fierce. I know it: for like flash of sword I read 'twas so with Thee THE WORD: God, e'en my God, Thou wast in truth; But fell'st 'mong thorns, which show'd no ruth. G. XLVI. _Sabbatum Judaicum et Christianum._ Luc. xiv. 5. Res eadem vario quantum distinguitur usu: Nostra hominem servant sabbata, vestra bovem. Observent igitur, pacto quid justius isto? Sabbata nostra homines, sabbata vestra boves. _The Judaic and Christian Sabbath._