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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
Crucifixus Pro Nobis
By Patrick Cary (fl. 1651)
LOOK, how he shakes for cold!
How pale his lips are grown!
Wherein his limbs to fold
Yet mantle has he none.
His pretty feet and hands        5
(Of late more pure and white
Than is the snow
That pains them so)
Have lost their candour quite.
His lips are blue        10
(Where roses grew),
He’s frozen ev’erywhere:
All th’ heat he has
Joseph, alas!
Gives in a groan; or Mary in a tear.        15
Look, how he glows for heat!
What flames come from his eyes!
’Tis blood that he does sweat,
Blood his bright forehead dyes:
See, see! It trickles down:        20
Look, how it showers amain!
Through every pore
His blood runs o’er,
And empty leaves each vein.
His very heart        25
Burns in each part;
A fire his breast doth sear:
For all this flame,
To cool the same
He only breathes a sigh, and weeps a tear.        30
What bruises do I see!
What hideous stripes are those!
Could any cruel be
Enough, to give such blows?
Look, how they bind his arms        35
And vex his soul with scorns,
Upon his hair
They make him wear
A crown of piercing thorns.
Through hands and feet        40
Sharp nails they beat:
And now the cross they rear:
Many look on:
But only John
Stands by to sigh, Mary to shed a tear.        45
Why did he shake for cold?
Why did he glow for heat?
Dissolve that frost he could,
He could call back that sweat.
Those bruises, stripes, bonds, taunts,        50
Those thorns, which thou didst see,
Those nails, that cross,
His own life’s loss,
Why, O why suffered he?
’Twas for thy sake.        55
Thou, thou didst make
Him all those torments bear:
If then his love
Do thy soul move,
Sigh out a groan, weep down a melting tear.        60

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