their Lord paying such a penalty. But what pain, I, who stood by my Son, a Virgin and his Mother, then suffered, no one can imagine. Therefore, my daughter, remember the Passion of my Son, fly the instability of the world, which is but as a vision, and a flower that soon fadeth. — Lib. vi., c. 11.
CHAPTER XX.
THE BURIAL OF OUR LORD.
Daughter, thou shouldst think of five things: First, that all my Son’s limbs were stiff and cold in death, and the blood which flowed from his wounds during his Passion, adhered coagulated on all his members. Second, that he was so bitterly and unmercifully afflicted in heart, that it did not cease to pain till the lance reached his side, and his heart divided clung to the spear. Third, think how he was taken down from the cross. The two men who took him down from the cross, set up three ladders; one reaching to his feet, another to his armpits and arms, the third to
