Book I, 51: On Mans Cruelty

And da'st thou venture still to live in Sin,
And crucifie thy dying Lord agin?
Were not his Pangs sufficient? must he bleed
Yet more? O, must our sinfull pleasures feed
Vpon his Torments; and augment the Story
Of the sad passion of the Lord of Glory!
Is there no pitty? Is there no remorse
In humane brests? Is there a firme diors
Betwixt all mercy, and the hearts of Men?
Parted for ever? ne'r to meet agen?
No mercy bides with us: 'is thou, alone,
Hast it, sweet Jesu, for us, that have none
For Thee: Thou hast ore-stal'd our Markets so,
That all's Above, and we have none Below:
Nay, blessed Lord, we have not wherewithall
To serve our shiftlesse selves, unlesse we call
To thee, that art our Saviour, and hast power
To give, and whom we Crucifye, each hower:
W'are cruell (Lord) to thee, and our selves too;
IESV forgive's; we know not what we doe.