Luke 10

And a certaine Priest comming that way
looked on him and passed by.

Why dost Thou wound my wounds, O Thou that passest by
Handling & turning them with an unwounded eye?
The calm that cools thine eye does shipwrack mine, for O!
Vnmov'd to see one wretched, is to make him so.
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