_Ego sum Ostium._ Joan. x. 9.
Jamque pates, cordisque seram gravis hasta reclusit,
Et clavi claves undique te reserant.
Ah, vereor, sibi ne manus impia clauserit illas,
Quae coeli has ausa est sic aperire fores.
_I am the Doore._
And now th' art set wide ope; the speare's sad art,
Lo, hath unlockt Thee at the very heart.
He to himselfe--I feare the worst--
And his owne hope,
Hath shut these doores of heaven, that durst
Thus set them ope. CR.