_The doors of the prison self-opening to Peter._
Good jailor, how is this, These doors thou lockest here? That Peter has the keys 'Tis now to all men clear. Thou say'st the doors self-open, And well thou sayest indeed; For by this very token He no other key doth need. G.
_Murmurabant Pharisaei, dicentes, Recipit peccatores, et comedit cum illis._ Luc. xv. 2.
Ah male, quisquis is est, pereat, qui scilicet istis Convivam, saevus, non sinit esse suum! Istis cum Christus conviva adjungitur, istis O non conviva est Christus, at ipse cibus.[72]
_The Pharisees murmured, saying, This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them._
Ah, let him perish in his harsh protests Who sinners checks to be the Saviour's guests! Sinners do entertain Christ as a guest: They spread the table, but He is the feast. G. & B.
Cedant, quae, rerum si quid tenue atque minutum est, Posse acie certa figere, vitra dabunt. Artis opus mirae! Pharisaeo en optica trabs est, Ipsum, vera loquor, qua videt ille nihil.
Grant you can fix upon a needle's end Each smallest object microscopes will lend. Rare beam to look through has the Pharisee, Whereby, in sooth, nothing itself sees he! R. WI.
_Constituerunt ut si quis confiteretur eum esse Christum, synagoga moveretur._ Joan. ix. 22.
Infelix, Christum reus es quicunque colendi; O reus infelix, quam tua culpa gravis! Tu summis igitur, summis damnabere coelis: O reus infelix, quam tua poena gravis!
_They determined that if any man should confess Him to be Christ, he should be put out of the synagogue._
Alas, unhappy, own the Christ thou wilt; Unhappy culprit, fearful is thy guilt. The gates of heaven for aye should keep thee close: Unhappy culprit, fearful are thy woes. A.
_De voto filiorum Zebedaei._ Matt. xx. 20.
Sit tibi, Joannes, tibi sit, Jacobe, quod optas; Sit tibi dextra manus; sit tibi laeva manus. Spero alia in coelo est, et non incommoda, sedes; Si neque laeva manus, si neque dextra manus. Coeli hanc aut illam nolo mihi quaerere partem; O coelum, coelum da, Pater alme, mihi.
_Concerning the prayer of the sons of Zebedee._
O brothers twain, may it be yours to fill At right and left your places as ye will! A seat remains, I trust--a fair one too-- Besides those high ones that were sought for you. I pray not that to me some part be given, But heaven itself, kind Father, grant me heaven. CL.