Scilicet et tellus dubitat,[66] tremebunda: sed ipsum hoc, Quod tellus dubitat, vos dubitare vetat. Ipsi custodes vobis, si quaeritis, illud Hoc ipse dicunt,[67] dicere quod nequeunt. _But some doubted._ Earth, quaking, wavers: if that fact be true, The wavering earth forbids you waver too. The very keepers, if their voice you seek, Though speechless, even by their silence speak. R. WI. CXIII. _In vulnerum vestigia quae ostendit Dominus, ad firmandam suorum fidem._ Joan. xx. 20. His oculis, nec adhuc clausis coïere fenestris, Invigilans nobis est tuus usus amor. His oculis nos cernit amor tuus: his et amorem, Christe, tuum gaudet cernere nostra fides. _The scars of the wounds which the Lord showed to the strengthening of His disciples' faith._ Thy love these eyes did open; They're watching for us still: These eyes, of love the token, Our faith with love do fill. G. CXIV. _Mittit Joannes qui quaerant a Christo, an is sit._ Luc. vii. 19. Tu qui adeo impatiens properasti agnoscere Christum, Tunc cum claustra uteri te tenuere tui, Tu, quis sit Christus, rogitas? et quaeris ab ipso? Hoc tibi vel mutus dicere quisque potest.[68] _John sends to Jesus ... saying, Art Thou He that should come? or look we for another?_ And dost _thou_ ask, who in thy mother's womb So eager wast to hail Messiah come? Thou ask, and of Himself, if Christ He be? Why, even the very dumb can answer thee. CL. CXV. _In Petrum auricidam._ Joan. xviii. 10. Quantumcunque ferox tuus hic, Petre, fulminat ensis, Tu tibi jam pugnas, ô bone, non Domino. Scilicet in miseram furis implacidissimus aurem, Perfidiae testis ne queat esse tuae. _On St. Peter cutting off Malchus his eare._ Well, Peter, dost thou wield thy active sword; Well for thyselfe, I meane, not for thy Lord. To strike at eares is to take heed there bee No witnesse, Peter, of thy perjury. CR. CXVI. _Manus arefacta sanatur._ Marc. iii. 1-5. Felix, ergo tuae spectas natalia dextrae, Quae modo spectanti flebile funus erat! Quae nec in externos modo dextera profuit usus, Certe erit illa tuae jam manus et fidei.[69] _The withered hand healed._ O happy man, thy right-hand's birth beholding, Erewhile a sad funereal sight enfolding! The hand of no use, by the word Christ saith, Restor'd, is now become the hand of faith. G. & B. CXVII. _In Pontium male lautum._ Matt. xxvii. 24. Illa manus lavat unda tuas, vanissime judex: Ah tamen illa scelus non lavat unda tuum! Nulla scelus lavet unda tuum: vel si lavet ulla, O volet ex oculis illa venire tuis. _To Pontius washing his hands._