The Three Enemies Christina Rossetti

                        THE FLESH.

"Sweet, thou art pale."
         "More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father's wrath for me."

"Sweet, thou art sad."
         "Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The winepress of the wrath of God."

"Sweet, thou art weary."
         "Not so Christ:
Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist."

"Sweet, thou art footsore."
         "If I bleed,
His feet have bled: yea, in my need
His Heart once bled for mine indeed."

                        THE WORLD.

"Sweet, thou art young."
         "So He was young
Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the Cross with Passion wrung."