Holy Sonnet XI
- Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
- Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,
- For I have sinned, and sinned, and only he
- Who could do no iniquity hath died:
- But by my death can not be satisfied
- My sins, which pass the Jews' impiety:
- They killed once an inglorious man, but I
- Crucify him daily, being now glorified.
- Oh let me, then, his strange love still admire:
- Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.
- And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire
- But to supplant, and with gainful intent:
- God clothed himself in vile man's flesh, that so
- He might be weak enough to suffer woe.
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