Oh that my unrelenting eyes,
Could like two headed Jordan flow,
Who doth in swelling pride arise,
Enrich’d by Lebanons warme snow.
The Cocke hath crow’d, and crow’d againe,
Yet I in Sinne securely sleepe,
And wakeing, yet from teares refraine,
Oh that I could an Ocean weepe.
(Oh Eyes) looke downward, and regarde
That Darknes, and that Lake of fire,
Which destin’d is for Sinners hard;
Such objects sad yr teares require.
(Oh Eyes) looke backward, on those crimes,
Which I did greedily committ,
In many places, at all times:
(Oh stony Eyes) what no teares yet?
(Oh Eyes) looke upward, and behold
My God revil’d, condemn’d, and scourg’d,
Weaken’d with torments manifold,
Yet to support his owne Crosse urg’d.
Looke how my Lord his blood did shed,
What Hellish paines in soule Hee felt,
Boweing to death his glorious head:
Now, Now mine Eyes to fountaines melt./
(Ralph Knevet)
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