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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396361" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sacrifice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind<br>To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; <br>To me, who took eyes that I might you find: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Princes of my people make a head<br>Against their Maker: they do wish me dead, <br>Who cannot wish, except I give them bread: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without me each one, who doth now me brave, <br>Had to this day been an Egyptian slave.<br>They use that power against me, which I gave: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine own Apostle, who the bag did bear, <br>Though he had all I had, did not forebear<br>To sell me also, and to put me there: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thirty pence he did my death devise, <br>Who at three hundred did the ointment prize, <br>Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore my soul melts, and my heart's dear treasure<br>Drops blood (the only beads) my words to measure: <br>O let this cup pass, if it be thy pleasure: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These drops being temper'd with a sinner's tears, <br>A Balsam are for both the Hemispheres: <br>Curing all wounds but mine; all, but my fears, <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet my Disciples sleep: I cannot gain<br>One hour of watching; but their drowsy brain<br>Comforts not me, and doth my doctrine stain: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arise, arise, they come. Look how they run.<br>Alas! what haste they make to be undone! <br>How with their lanterns do they seek the sun! <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With clubs and staves they seek me, as a thief, <br>Who am the way of truth, the true relief; <br>Most true to those, who are my greatest grief: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Judas, dost thou betray me with a kiss? <br>Canst thou find hell about my lips? and miss<br>Of life, just at the gates of life and bliss? <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, they lay hold on me, not with the hands<br>Of faith, but fury: yet at their commands<br>I suffer binding, who have loos'd their bands: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All my Disciples fly; fear puts a bar<br>Betwixt my friends and me. They leave the star<br>That brought the wise men of the East from far.<br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from one ruler to another bound<br>They lead me; urging, that it was not sound<br>What I taught: Comments would the text confound.<br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Priest and rulers all false witness seek<br>'Gainst him, who seeks not life, but is the meek<br>And ready Paschal Lamb of this great week: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they accuse me of great blasphemy, <br>That I did thrust into the Deity, <br>Who never thought that any robbery: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some said, that I the Temple to the floor<br>In three days raz'd, and raised as before.<br>Why, he that built the world can do much more: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they condemn me all with that same breath, <br>Which I do give them daily, unto death.<br>Thus Adam my first breathing rendereth: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bind, and lead me unto Herod: he<br>Sends me to Pilate. This makes them agree; <br>But yet their friendship is my enmity: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Herod and all his bands do set me light, <br>Who teach all hands to war, fingers to fight, <br>And only am the Lord of hosts and might: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Herod in judgement sits while I do stand; <br>Examines me with a censorious hand: <br>I him obey, who all things else command: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Jews accuse me with despitefulness; <br>And vying malice with my gentleness, <br>Pick quarrels with their only happiness: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I answer nothing, but with patience prove<br>If stony hearts will melt with gentle love.<br>But who does hawk at eagles with a dove? <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My silence rather doth augment their cry; <br>My dove doth back into my bosom fly; <br>Because the raging waters still are high: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark how they cry aloud still, 'Crucify: <br>It is not fit he live a day, ' they cry, <br>Who cannot live less than eternally: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pilate a stranger holdeth off; but they, <br>Mine own dear people, cry, 'Away, away, '<br>With noises confused frighting the day: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still they shout, and cry, and stop their ears, <br>Putting my life among their sins and fears, <br>And therefore wish my blood on them and theirs: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See how spite cankers things. These words aright<br>Used, and wished, are the whole world's light: <br>But honey is their gall, brightness their night: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They choose a murderer, and all agree<br>In him to do themselves a courtesy: <br>For it was their own cause who killed me: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a seditious murderer he was: <br>But I the Prince of peace; peace that doth pass<br>All understanding, more than heav'n doth glass: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, Caesar is their only King, not I: <br>He clave the stony rock, when they were dry; <br>But surely not their hearts, as I well try: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! how they scourge me! yet my tenderness<br>Doubles each lash: and yet their bitterness<br>Winds up my grief to a mysteriousness.<br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They buffet me, and box me as they list, <br>Who grasp the earth and heaven with my fist, <br>And never yet, whom I would punish, miss'd: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, they spit on me in scornful wise, <br>Who by my spittle gave the blind man eyes, <br>Leaving his blindness to mine enemies: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My face they cover, though it be divine.<br>As Moses' face was veiled, so is mine, <br>Lest on their double-dark souls either shine: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Servants and abjects flout me; they are witty: <br>'Now prophesy who strikes thee, ' is their ditty.<br>So they in me deny themselves all pity: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I am deliver'd unto death, <br>Which each one calls for so with utmost breath, <br>That he before me well nigh suffereth: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not, dear friends, since I for both have wept<br>When all my tears were blood, the while you slept: <br>Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soldiers lead me to the common hall; <br>There they deride me, they abuse me all: <br>Yet for twelve heavn'ly legions I could call: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then with a scarlet robe they me array; <br>Which shows my blood to be the only way.<br>And cordial left to repair man's decay: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear: <br>For these are all the grapes SIon doth bear, <br>Though I my vine planted and watred there: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sits the earth's great curse in Adam's fall<br>Upon my head: so I remove it all<br>From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then with the reed they gave to me before, <br>They strike my head, the rock from whence all store<br>Of heavn'ly blessings issue evermore: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bow their knees to me, and cry, 'Hail king': <br>What ever scoffs or scornfulness can bring, <br>I am the floor, the sink, where they it fling: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds, <br>And thorny all their crowns, bloody their weeds; <br>I, who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soldiers also spit upon that face, <br>Which Angels did desire to have the grace, <br>And Prophets once to see, but found no place: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout, <br>Who 'Crucify him, ' cry with one strong shout.<br>God holds his peace at man, and man cries out.<br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lead me in once more, and putting then<br>Mine own clothes on, they lead me out again.<br>Whom devils fly, thus is he toss'd of men: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now weary of sport, glad to engross<br>All spite in one, counting my life their loss, <br>They carry me to my most bitter cross: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My cross I bear my self, until I faint: <br>Then Simon bears it for me by constraint, <br>The decreed burden of each mortal Saint: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O all ye who pass by, behold and see; <br>Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree; <br>The tree of life to all, but only me: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, here I hang, charg'd with a world of sin, <br>The greater world o' th' two; for that came in<br>By words, but this by sorrow I must win: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such sorrow, as if sinful man could feel, <br>Or feel his part, he would not cease to kneel, <br>Till all were melted, though he were all steel: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, O my God, my God! why leav'st thou me, <br>The son, in whom thou dost delight to be? <br>My God, my God -<br> Never was grief like mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shame tears my soul, my body many a wound; <br>Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound; <br>Reproaches, which are free, while I am bound.<br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now heal thy self, Physician; now come down.<br>Alas! I did so, when I left my crown<br>And father's smile for you, to feel his frown: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In healing not my self, there doth consist<br>All that salvation, which ye now resist; <br>Your safety in my sickness doth subsist: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Betwixt two thieves I spend my utmost breath, <br>As he that for some robbery suffereth.<br>Alas! what have I stolen from you? death: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A king my title is, prefixt on high; <br>Yet by my subjects am condemn'd to die<br>A servile death in servile company; <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave me vinegar mingled with gall, <br>But more with malice: yet, when they did call, <br>With Manna, Angels' food, I fed them all: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They part my garments, and by lot dispose<br>My coat, the type of love, which once cur'd those<br>Who sought for help, never malicious foes: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, after death their spite shall further go; <br>For they will pierce my side, I full well know; <br>That as sin came, so Sacraments might flow: <br> Was ever grief like mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now I die; now all is finished.<br>My woe, man's weal: and now I bow my head.<br>Only let others say, when I am dead, <br> Never was grief like mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Herbert">George Herbert</a><div class=q>
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To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; 
To me, who took eyes that I might you find: 
 Was ever grief like mine? 

The Princes of my people make a head
Against their Maker: they do wish me dead, 
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