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3. Here is yet another climax, in that these great drops of blood did not only distillare, drop out; but decurrere, run a stream down so fast, as if they had issued out of most deadly wounds; they were great drops of blood falling down to the ground; here's magnitude and multitude; great drops, and those so many, so plenteous, as that they went through his apparel and all, streaming down to the ground: now was it that his garments were died with crimson red: that of the Prophet, though spoken in another sense, yet in some respect may be applied to this: Wherefore art thou red in thine apparel? and thy garments like him that treadeth the Wine-fat? Oh what a sight was here!¹ His Head and Members are all on a bloody sweat, his sweat trickles down, and bedecks his garments, which stood like a new firmament studded with stars, portending an approaching storm: nor stays it there, but it falls down to the ground: Oh happy Garden watered with such treas of blood! how much better are these rivers than Abana and Pharphar, rivers of Damascus; yea, than all the waters of Israel; yea, than all those Rivers that water the Garden of Eden?—

3. Here is yet another clymax, in that these great drops of blood did not only distillare, drop out; but decurrere, run a stream down so fast, as if they had issued out of most deadly wounds; they were great drops of blood falling down to the ground; here's magnitude and multitude; great drops, and those so many, so plenteous, as that they went through his apparel and all, streaming down to the ground: now was it that his garments were died with crimson red: that of the Prophet, though spoken in another sense, yet in some respect may be applyed to this: Wherefore art thou red in thine apparel? and thy garments like him that treadeth the Wine-fat? Oh what a sight was here!¹ His Head and Members are all on a bloody sweat, his sweat trickles down, and bedecks his garments, which stood like a new firmament studded with stars, portending an approaching storm: nor stayes it there, but it falls down to the ground: Oh happy Garden watered with such treas of blood! how much better are these rivers than Abana and Pharphar, rivers of Damascus; yea, than all the waters of Israel; yea, than all those Rivers that water the Garden of Eden?—