Lucentes, mea vita, nec smaragdos,beryllos neque, Flacce mi, nitentespercandida margarita quaeronec quos Tunnica lima perpolivitanellos nec iaspios lapillos.
Fashion me with a palsied hand,Weak of foot, and a cripple;Build upon me a crook-backed hump;Shake my teeth till they rattle;All is well, if my life remains.Save, oh, save it, I pray you,Though I sit on the piercing cross!