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THE "WANDERING JEW. 79
Did dailye him molest, That never till he left his life, Our Saviour could not rest.
When they had crown'd his head with thornes,
And scourg'd him to disgrace, w
In scornfull sort they led him forthe
Unto his dying place, Where thousand thousands in the streete
Beheld him passe along, Yet not one gentle heart was there, is
That pityed this his wrong.
Both old and young reviled him,
As in the streete he wente, And nought he found but churlish tauntes,
By every ones consente: a>
His owne deare cross he bore himselfe,
A burthen far too great, Which made him in the streete to fainte,
With blood and water sweat.
Being weary thus, he sought for rest, 25
To ease his burthened soule, Upon a stone; the which a wretch
Did churlishly controule ; And sayd, " Awaye, thou King of Jewes,
Thou shalt not rest thee here ; ao
Pass on ; thy execution place
Thou seest nowe draweth neare."