How diff'rent grows a thing through diff'rent use! _Our_ Sabbaths serve men, _yours_ give oxen truce, Be this agreed--arrangement fitter none-- _Our_ Sabbath men keep, _yours_ oxen alone. G. XLVII. _Ad verbum Dei sanatur caecus._ Marc. x. 52. Christe, loquutus eras, ô sacra licentia verbi: Jamque novus caeci fluxit in ora dies. Jam credo, Nemo[54] est, sicut Tu, Christe, loquutus: Auribus? immo oculis, Christe, loquutus eras. _The blind cured by the word of our Saviour._ Thou spak'st the word--Thy word's a law; Thou spak'st, and straight the blind man saw. To speak and make the blind to see, Was never man, Lord, spake like Thee. To speak thus was to speak, say I, Not to his eare, but to his eye. CR. XLVIII. _Onus meum leve est._ Matt. xi. 30. Esse levis quicunque voles, onus accipe Christi: Ala tuis humeris, non onus, illud erit. Christi onus an quaeris quam sit grave? scilicet audi, Tam grave, ut ad summos te premat usque polos. _My burden is light._ Askest how thou may'st lightly loaded be? Christ's _burden_ take from me: A wing to lift, no load to press thee down, Thou it wilt feel and own. Dost ask how heavy may Christ's _burden_ be? Then list, O man, to me: So _heavy_, that whoe'er 'neath it enrolls, It lifts to the highest poles. G. XLIX. _Miraculum quinque panum._ Joan. vi. 1-13. Ecce, vagi venit unda cibi; venit indole sacra Fortis, et in dentes fertilis innumeros. Quando erat invictae tam sancta licentia coenae? Illa famem populi poscit, et illa fidem. _On the miracle of loaves._ Now, Lord, or never, they'l beleeve on Thee; Thou to their teeth hast prov'd Thy deity. CR. ANOTHER VERSION. See, loaves in heaps, blest growth, spread far and wide, For mouths innumerable multiplied. Feast holy, free, invincible like this, Claims the crowd's hunger, and their faith, I wis. R. WI. L. _Nunc scimus te habere daemonium._ Joan. viii. 52. Aut Deus, aut saltem daemon tibi notior esset, Gens mala, quae dicis daemona habere Deum. Ignorasse Deum poteras, ô caeca; sed oro, Et patrem poteras tam male nosse tuum? _Now we know Thee to have a devil._ God or the devil by you ought better to be known, Ye wicked ones, who charge your God a devil to own. Ign'rant of God, indeed, ye well might be; but O, The devil, your own father, how could ye fail to know? G. LI. _In beatae Virginis verecundiam._ In gremio, quaeris, cur sic sua lumina Virgo Ponat? ubi melius poneret illa, precor? O ubi, quam coelo, melius sua lumina ponat? Despicit, at coelum sic tamen illa videt. _On the blessed Virgin's bashfulness._