Passio Discerpta XVII. “Monumenta aperta” – George Herbert (1593-1633)
While, My Life, you were dying, The buried dead themselves arose, And in exchange for one man bound The throng was set free. But you do not so much die for yourself As live in them, and Death, Now given breath, lays claim to your life. By all means, go and seek The Crucified among the tombs – he lives! Many sepulchers overmaster A single Cross. Thus, it is fitting That God, in accord with His Majesty, Should not lose the life He bestowed, but multiply it.
Dum moreris, Mea Vita, ipsi vixere sepulti, Proque uno vincto turba soluta fuit. Tu tamen, haud tibi tam moreris, quam vivis in illis, Asserit et vitam Mors animata tuam. Scilicet in tumulis Crucifixum quaerite, vivit: Convincunt unam multa sepulcra Crucem. Sic, pro Maiestate, Deum, non perdere vitam Quam tribuit, verum multiplicare decet.
The Dead Appear in the Temple, James Tissot, between 1886 and 1894
Passio Discerpta XVII. “Monumenta aperta” – George Herbert (1593-1633)
While, My Life, you were dying, The buried dead themselves arose, And in exchange for one man bound The throng was set free. But you do not so much die for yourself As live in them, and Death, Now given breath, lays claim to your life. By all means, go and seek The Crucified among the tombs – he lives! Many sepulchers overmaster A single Cross. Thus, it is fitting That God, in accord with His Majesty, Should not lose the life He bestowed, but multiply it.
Dum moreris, Mea Vita, ipsi vixere sepulti, Proque uno vincto turba soluta fuit. Tu tamen, haud tibi tam moreris, quam vivis in illis, Asserit et vitam Mors animata tuam. Scilicet in tumulis Crucifixum quaerite, vivit: Convincunt unam multa sepulcra Crucem. Sic, pro Maiestate, Deum, non perdere vitam Quam tribuit, verum multiplicare decet.
The Dead Appear in the Temple, James Tissot, between 1886 and 1894
I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
![James Tissot (1836-1902, French) ~ La Soeur Aînée, n/d[Source: artvee.com]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/2ba91e0392bf3163760a5cf741842a70/2db208c8140e7956-a2/s1280x1920/808a2a5865b45bad7949a40fd0a9c661652e09c0.jpg "James Tissot (1836-1902, French) ~ La Soeur Aînée, n/d[Source: artvee.com]")
