Devout entertainments of a Christian soule. Composed in French by the R.F. I.H. Quarre, P. of the Oratory of Jesus, and D.D. Translated in English by J.M. of W. Prisoner in the Tower of London.

Point II.

IN this mystery Jesus covers his greatnesse, and veiles his Majesty, in contempts and mocke∣ries; and by a miracle of love, he renders himselfe capable of suffer∣ing the sharpest points of thornes, filthy and unclean spittings; blowes and buffets, which bruise his body and face; and by this holy artifice, which love hath contrived, he tri∣umpheth over the Devill and sin. Open your heart unto this Jesus, that he may place there the throne of his love, and triumph over your malice , and all the impure love which may reside in you.

PRAYER.

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

I bathe my selfe in pleasures, or crowne my selfe with Roses, li∣ving alwayes amongst delights: I rather wish, and would gladly implore, if I had love enough, that I might no longer affect a∣ny creature, and that nothing might afford me contentment, but that I might finde worme∣wood every where, and every thing prove distastfull to me, to the end I may take no delight, but in you alone. This is what I aspire to, but I have not force enough to practice it, nor suffi∣cient love to aske it. There re∣maines one onely desire on my part, that I may give my selfe entirely to you, to suffer what∣soever shall suit with your good pleasure.