Warwick.
_In Jesum Cruci affixum._--
"Affixus ligno, _Salvator_, crimina mundi
Abstersit, patiens jussa cruenta necis;
Aspicite ut languore decus, turpescere membra,
Intimus ut sese prodat in ore dolor;
Auditus saxis, intellectusque ferarum
Sensibus, inventos Spiritus æger abit.
Splendida per tenebras, subito simulacra coruscant,
Ardentesque micant per freta longa faces;
Pro servis dominus moritur, pro sontibus insons,
Pro ægroto medicus, pro grege pastor obit,
Pro populo nex mactatur, pro milite ductor,
Proque opere ipse opifex, proque homine ipse Deus:
Quid servus, sons, ægrotus, quid grex, populusque,
Quid miles, quid opus, quidve homo solvat? _Amet_."
The present holy season has brought to my recollection the above beautiful
lines, which were shown up some fifty years ago, for long copy, by a
schoolfellow at Blundell's school, Tiverton, and copied into my scrap-book.
I think they are from the _Poemata_ of Joannes Audoenus, but am not sure of
it; of this, however, I am sure, they cannot be better made known to the
world than by your excellent publication.