Φαίδιμέ, μοι αὐτὸν μᾶλλόν μοι δείκνυθι αὐτόν. Αὐτός μου, δέομαι, αὐτὸς ἔχῃ δάκρυα. Εἰ δὲ τόπον μοὶ δεικνύναι ἅλις ἐστὶ, καὶ εἰπεῖν, Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ· Ἀγκοίνας μου δεικνύναι δύναμαί γε καὶ εἰπεῖν, Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ. _Come, see the place where the Lord lay._ Show me Himselfe, Himselfe, bright Sir, O show Which way my poore tears to Himselfe may goe. Were it enough to show the place, and say, Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay; Then could I show these armes of mine, and say, Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay. _Vpon the sepulchre of our Lord._ Here, where our Lord once laid His head, Now the grave lies buried. CR. LV. _Leprosi ingrati._ Luc. xvii. 11-19. Lex jubet ex hominum coetu procul ire leprosos: At mundi a Christo cur abiere procul? Non abit, at sedes tantum mutavit in illis; Et lepra, quae fuerat corpore, mente sedet. Sic igitur digna vice res variatur; et a se Quam procul ante homines, nunc habuere Deum. _The unthankful lepers. (Where are the nine?)_ The Lord commands the lepers far off from men to stay: But cleansèd by the Lord, why went the Nine away? The leprosy remaineth, chang'd only in its seat: Expellèd from the body, to the soul it makes retreat. Now by fit retribution a change is brought about: Before shut out from men, from God they're now shut out. G. LVI. _In cicatrices quas Christus habet in se adhuc superstites._ Joan. xx. Quicquid spina procax, vel stylo clavus acuto, Quicquid purpurea scripserat hasta nota, Vivit adhuc tecum; sed jam tua vulnera non sunt: Non, sed vulneribus sunt medicina meis. _On the still-surviving markes of our Saviour's wounds._ Whatever story of their crueltie, Or naile, or thorne, or speare have writ in Thee, Are in another sence Still legible; Sweet is the difference: Once I did spell Every red letter A wound of Thine; Now, what is better, Balsome for mine. CR. ANOTHER RENDERING. Each bloody, cruel character, Thorn, nail, and spear had written, When here, as man's great Arbiter, On Calvary Thou wert smitten, Thou wearest still above, O Lord: But now no longer wounds they are; According to Thy Holy Word, They med'cine for my wounds declare. G. LVII. _Aeger implorat umbram D. Petri._ Act. v. 15. Petre, tua lateam paulisper, Petre, sub umbra: Sic mea me quaerent fata, nec invenient. Umbra dabit tua posse meum me cernere solem; Et mea lux umbrae sic erit umbra tuae. _The sick implore St. Peter's shadow._