_Neque ausus fuit quisquam ex illo die eum amplius interrogare._ Matt. xxii. 46. Christe, malas fraudes, Pharisaica retia, fallis: Et miseros sacro discutis ore dolos. Ergo tacent tandem, atque invita silentia servant: Tam bene non aliter te potuere loqui.[56] _Neither durst any man from that day forth ask Him any more questions._ Nets, frauds of Pharisees, the Lord beguiles; His sacred lips disperse the wretched wiles. So they were silent--enforc'd so to be: Such silence, Lord, their best address to Thee. G. LXXI. _S. Joannes matri suae._ Matt. xx. 20. O mihi cur dextram, mater, cur, oro, sinistram Poscis, ab officio mater iniqua tuo? Nolo manum Christi dextram mihi, nolo sinistram: Tam procul a sacro non libet esse sinu. _St. John and his mother._ Mother, why ask you right or left for me? The benefit would be an injury. Nor right nor left for me convenient are: From His sweet bosome either is too far. B. LXXII. _Si filius Dei es, dejice te._ Matt. iv. 6. Ni se dejiciat Christus de vertice Templi, Non credes quod sit Filius ille Dei? At mox te humano de pectore dejicit: heus tu, Non credes quod sit Filius ille Dei? _If Thou be the Son of God, cast Thyself down._ Cast Thyself from the pinacle whereon I set Thee, or I think Thee not God's Son. No; but He'l cast thee from the hearts of men, Satan. Wilt not believe He's God's Son then? B. LXXIII. _Dominus flens ad Judaeos._ Luc. xix. 41. Discite, vos miseri, venientes discite flammas; Nec facite ô lacrymas sic periisse meas. Nec periisse tamen poterunt: mihi credite, vestras Vel reprimet flammas haec aqua, vel faciet. _The Lord weeping over the Jews._ Think on the coming flames I would prevent; Let not My tears for you in vain be spent. And yet they can't be spent in vain; for sure This water flames will quench, or else procure. B. LXXIV. _Nec velut hic Publicanus._ Luc. xviii. 11. Istum? vile caput! quantum mihi gratulor, inquis, Istum quod novi tam mihi dissimilem! Vilis at iste abiit sacris acceptior aris: I nunc, et jactes hunc tibi dissimilem. _Nor even as this publican._ Him, 'vile wretch!' Ah, myself how much I pride That I am utterly unlike to him! The 'vile wretch' leaves God's altar justified: Now go and boast thou art unlike to him. G. LXXV. _In Saulum fulgore nimio excaecatum._ Act. ix. 3. Quae lucis tenebrae? quae nox est ista dici? Nox nova, quam nimii luminis umbra facit. An Saulus fuerit caecus, vix dicere possum; Hoc scio, quod captus lumine Saulus erat.[57] _On Saul blinded with too much light._ What darken'd noon is here? what mid-day night? It is the shadow cast by too much light. Saul may be blind or not; all I can say, Ta'en within Heaven's light earth's light fades away. R. WI.