On the wounds of our crucified Lord.

O These wakefull wounds of thine!
Are they Mouthes? or are they eyes?
Be they Mouthes, or be they eyne,
Each bleeding part some one supplies.

Lo! a mouth, whose full-bloom'd lips
At two deare a rate are roses.
Lo! a blood-shot eye! that weepes
And many a cruell teare discloses.

O thou that on this foot hast laid
Many a kisse, and many a Teare,
Now thou shal't have all repaid,
Whatsoe're thy charges were.

This foot hath got a Mouth and lippes,
To pay the sweet summe of thy kisses:
To pay thy Teares, an Eye that weeps
In stead of Teares Such Gems as this is.

The difference onely this appeares,
(Nor can the change offend)
The debt is paid in Ruby-Teares,
Which thou in Pearles did'st lend.