_Sacerdos quidam descendens eadem via vidit, et praeteriit._ Luc. x. 32.
Spectasne, ah, placidisque oculis mea vulnera tractas?
O dolor! o nostris vulnera vulneribus!
Pax oris quam torva tui est! quam triste serenum!
Tranquillus miserum qui videt, ipse facit.
_And a certaine priest comming that way looked on him, and passed by._
Why dost thou wound my wounds, O thou that passest by,
Handling and turning them with an unwounded eye?
The calm that cools thine eye does shipwrack mine; for O,
Unmov'd to see one wretched is to make him so. CR.