"His Saviours Words, Going to the Crosse"
— Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
Have ye no regard, all ye
Who passe this way, to pitie me,
Who am a man of miserie!
A man both bruis'd, and broke, and one
Who suffers not here for mine own,
But for my friends transgression!
Ah! Sions Daughters, do not feare
The Crosse, the Cords, the Nailes, the Speare,
The Myrrhe, the Gall, the Vineger:
For Christ, your loving Saviour, hath
Drunk up the wine of Gods fierce wrath;
Onely, there's left a little froth,
Lesse for to tast, then for to shew,
What bitter cups had been your due,
Had He not drank them up for you.