Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie mee, For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and onely hee, Who could do no iniquitie, hath dyed: But by my death can not be satisfied My sinnes, which passe the Jewes impiety: They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I Crucifie him daily, being now glorified. Oh let mee then, his strange love still admire: Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment. And @3Jacob@1 came cloth'd in vile harsh attire But to supplant, and with gainfull intent: God cloth'd himselfe in vile mans flesh, that so Hee might be weake enough to suffer woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUINES OF ROME by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE HURRICANE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE DEATH OF AUTUMN by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PLORATA VERIS LACHRYMIS by WILLIAM BARNES THE STEPS OF THE COMMANDER by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |