WHO doubts how Avarice can be Plaine & right-downe Idolatrie, Neither thy Story, @3Judas,@1 knows nor Thee. He knows not how a little poore Silver mov'd thy Devotion more Then He, whom Men & Angells all adore. @3JESUS@1 the Crowne of Heavn & Earth, From whom all Glory takes its birth, To thy Idolatrous Heart seems little worth: Worth lesse then is ye meanest Wight; For @3Moses@1 sure hath settled right The price of Man in his Creators sight. God never priz'd a Man so low As thirty silver Peeces, though He were as wretched & as vile as Thou. And yet canst Thou thy God & Lord At a farr lower price afford Then He has valued Thee at in his Word. And Chapmen Thou canst easily find Resolv'd to traffique to thy minde With ready money, & are all combinde, Combinde to gaine this Prize; since they Gods House to Trading did betray, Him too among ye Wares account they may. Unhappy Wretch, Thou dost to day Not thy own God alone betray, But thy despairing Selfe Thou sell'st away. For JESUS still though sold so cheap, Is worth a World: all his poor Sheep Shall still from Him a full Redemption reap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-MEW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AD LESBIAM by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FELDMESTEN OR MEASURING THE GRAVES by ALTER ABELSON A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |