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CAn I possibly behold you my Iesus) covered with spittings, bruised with blowes, crowned with thornes, and your body pierced with all sorts of do∣lors, and not dissolve into teares, but remaine insensible at the sight of so sad a spectacle! Per∣mit it not, O God of love, rather pierce my heart with griefe, and give me the grace to have a sense of what you suffer for me. Grant me this favour, that I may beare the effects thereof; for it is not just that your sacred body should be immersed in sorrow, and your adorable head crowned with thorns, whilest