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she Urren Ffe-tret cursed.
T Ong abstinent, our Lord to faint began
For such his Frame, in all but Sin, like Man:
As chancd a Fig-tree near the Road he spy'd,
Whose verdant Leaves, and Boughs extended wide,
Oft call'd the weary Trav'ler fro his Way,
And promis'd Fruit they never meant to pay^
Thither he goes, the Tree his Hopes deceives,
And nothing found he there but tastless Leaves:
No Fruit, he said, hereafter on thee grow,
Nor shalt thou more deceive with empty show:
When from the Town ith' morning they return'd,
Th* Apostles saw it wither'd, sear'd, and burn'd,
As blasted with the Lightnings piercing Flame,
Or Winds that from the sultry Defers came.
With Wonder ftruck-r- How soon tisgone they cry'd!
Is this so strange, our Lord again reply'd?
Have but firm Faith in God, you All things ma.y,
This Mountain bid remove, this Mountain shaft obey.
ill #fo» they were come from Bethany, he Was hungry.
1j. And feeing a fig-tree afar off, having leaves, he came, if ha fly he might find any thing thereon: and when he came to it, he found nothing tut leaves; fir the time of figs was not yet.
14. And Jejus answered and said unto it, No man eat fruit of thee hereafter for ever.
The Widow And her two Mites.
A S in the Womens Court our Lord was plac'd, And saw the Gifts were into Corban cast; Handfuls of Gold, which they take care to (how To all around, the Rich profusely throw; So large, as tho' they thought just Heav'n to move, And buy their Pardons in the Court above: When now the wealthier Crowd had left the Place, A needy Widow with dejected Face Offer'd her two poor Mites, Was all her store, And blush'd, and inward sigh'd she had no more. Nor unconcern'd did this our Saviour see, But prais'd the Widow's generous Poverty: The rest but their superfluous Wealth had thrown, Nor wou'd their Coffers miss it when Was gone: To her two Mites, their Talents were but small, For more she could not give, who freely gave her ALL.
Ai. There came a certain poor Worn, and foe tlrrcw in two mites, which make a farthing.
4.3 And he called unto him his dijciples, and faith unto 'them, Verily I fay unto you, that this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have call into the treasury.'
44. For all they did cast in of their abundance: but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even nil her living. ^ yjm
7fe Defiru&ie* of the Tmple foretold.
AS thro' the lofty Eastern Gate they go,
Our Lord the Temple his Disciples show; What Stones, what Buildings here, how Firm,
how Vast! Sure these as long as Time itself must last.
To whom our Lord— Such flatt ring Hopes away!
The Day approaches fast, the dreadful Day
The hollow Ground shake underneath your Feet