Have, have ye no regard, all ye Who passe this way, to pitie me, Who am a man of miserie! A man both bruis'd, and broke, and one Who suffers not here for mine own, But for my friends transgression! Ah! Sions Daughters, do not feare The Crosse, the Cords, the Nailes, the Speare, The Myrrhe, the Gall, the Vineger: For Christ, your loving Saviour, hath Drunk up the wine of Gods fierce wrath; Onely, there's left a little froth, Lesse for to tast, then for to shew, What bitter cups had been your due, Had He not drank them up for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX AND THE WOLF by AESOP THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE |