A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, writtenA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written

Go to the Garden, and there behold thy Saviour groaning under the weight of sin, heavy enough to have pressed to death millions of Angels, legions of men, the whole world; sweating drops of blood, as if he were cast into the furnace of Gods wrath that melted him. Behold him offering that mouth, which spake as never man or Angel spake, to a traitor to kiss. Quod Judas vendidit, & Judaeus emit; What the traitor sold, and the murderer bought, thou hast obtained: he is thine, not the Jews that purchased him: now hast thou gotten him, and yet forgotten him? That which tickles thy heart with laughter, made the heart of thy Saviour bleed; and hast thou forgotten it? His soul was pressed to death with the sins we never shrink at: his eyes wept tears of blood, ours flow with tears of laughter: he felt those torments we cannot conceive: we cannot understand what he did stand under. Were we so foul, that nothing but his blood could ⟨p. 194⟩purge us, and do we forget that purging? Do we forget that cry, whereat heaven and earth, men and Angels, stood amazed, My GOD, my GOD, why hast thou forsaken me? The very senseless creatures did not forget it: the heavens were hung with black, the Sun did hide his face like a chief mourner, and durst not behold his Passion. Now, Solus homo non compatitur, pro quo solo Christus patitur? For man alone was all this passion, yet in man alone is least compassion. I know thou condemnest Judas, and that worthily; who sold CHRIST a man, there was murder: CHRIST his Master, there was treason: CHRIST his Maker, there was sacrilege. Murder is a crying sin, Treason a roaring sin, Sacrilege a thundering sin.

Goe to the Garden, and there behold thy Saviour groaning under the weight of sin, heavie enough to have pressed to death millions of Angels, legions of men, the whole world; sweating drops of bloud, as if he were cast into the furnace of Gods wrath that melted him. Behold him offring that mouth, which spake as never man or Angell spake, to a traitor to kisse. Quod Iudas vendidit, & Iudaeus emit; What the traitour sold, and the murtherer bought, thou hast obtained: he is thine, not the Iewes that purchased him: now hast thou gotten him, and yet forgotten him? That which tickles thy heart with laughter, made the heart of thy Saviour bleed; and hast thou forgotten it? His soule was pressed to death with the sinnes wee never shrinke at: his eyes wept teares of bloud, ours flow with teares of laughter: hee felt those torments wee cannot conceive: wee cannot understand what hee did stand under. Were wee so foule, that nothing but his bloud could