figured upon the mount of Thabor? is this that face which I saw brighter and more glittering than the sun?
And that Blessed sinner, St. Mary Magdalen lamented, who often kissing the feet of her Saviour, said, O the true light of mine eyes, the only remedy and solace of my soul. If I sin again, who shall hereafter receive me into favor? who shall defend me from the calumnies of the Pharisees? O how altered are these feet from those I washed with my tears! O beloved of my heart, why do I not die with thee? O life of my soul, how can I say I love thee, when I living, see thee dead before me?
Thus, this blessed company did mourn and lament, watering with abundant tears the body of Jesus. The sepulchre being ready, they spiced his holy body with sweet spices, they wrapped it up in a fine linen cloth, bound his head with a handkerchief, laid it upon a bier, carried it to the place of burial, and put it into a new monument.
The monument was covered with a stone, and the face of Mary obscured with a cloud of sorrow. When there again she bade her Son adieu, she then began to be more and more sensible of her solitude; for, then she saw herself to be deprived of the greatest good. But her heart remained buried with her treasure in the grave.
