Tanquam illi insanus faceret sua fulmina ventus; Tanquam illi scopulos norit habere fretum. Vos vestri scopuli, vos estis ventus et unda: Naufragium cum illo qui metuit, meruit.
As if to Him the winds their thunder threw; As if to Him hard rocks the water knew. Ye are your rocks, ye are your wind and wave: Shiprack with Him who fear, deserve to have. B.
Ite mei, quid enim ulterius, quid vultis, ocelli? Leniter obductis ite superciliis. Immo et adhuc et adhuc, iterumque iterumque videte; Accipite haec totis lumina luminibus. Jamque ite; et tutis ô vos bene claudite vallis: Servate haec totis lumina luminibus. Primum est, quod potui te, Christe, videre: secundum, Te viso, recta jam potuisse mori.[61]
_Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace._
Begone, mine eyes; what would ye see beside? Go now in peace 'neath darkening brows to hide. Once and again, and yet again; behold; With one long gaze His beams in yours enfold. Then go, and guard your treasure safe from foes, And fast in yours those beams of His enclose. To look on Thee, O Christ, this first have I; Then, having look'd on Thee, straightway to die. CL.
Ecce suam implorat, demisso vertice, falcem: Tu segeti falcem da, Pater alme, suam. Tu falcem non das? messem tu, Christe, moraris? Hoc ipsum falx est; haec mora messis erit.
Its sickle it implores with head bow'd low; Its sickle on the corn-field, Lord, bestow. Refusest Thou? The harvest dost delay? The sickle this--hence fuller harvest-day. G.
_Coepit lacrymis rigare pedes ejus, et capillis extergebat._ Luc. vii. 37.
Unda sacras sordes lambit placidissima: flavae Lambit et hanc undam lucida flamma comae. Illa per has sordes it purior unda; simulque Ille per has lucet purior ignis aquas.
_She began to wash His feet with teares, and wipe them with the haires of her head._
Her eyes' flood lickes His feets' faire staine; Her hair's flame lickes up that againe. This flame thus quencht hath brighter beames; This flood thus stainèd fairer streames. CR.
With placid force the gentle wave That consecrated dust doth lave, And a bright flame of golden hair Doth lave in light those waters fair. Purer the trickling waters shine Through contact with that dust divine; And purer through the waters' flow That flame of lucent fire doth glow. CL.