Strigillius Contra Martialem Poem by John Ashmore

O triflingMartial, tis most sure
That these things a blest Life procure:
Sense of our Sinne, an Heart relenting,
Griefe for our errors, Tears repenting,
And Faith, that saving Health embraceth.
For, he that on this sure Rock placeth
His ne'r-shak't Faith, that Christ alone
(True God) our Nature hath put-on,
And Vs (markt with Deaths blackest Letters,
Vnto eternall Chaines and Fetters)
Hath ransomd with his dearest Blood,
And 'twixt God's Wrath and Vs hath stood:
In Heaven he shall ('mong Heroës blest)
Crownd with unblasted Bayes still rest.
Perhaps, thou'l say; These words are blunt;
Nor Romans so to speakar wont.
O trifling Martial, tis most sure,
That these things a blest Life procure.