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The Hymnes and Songs of the Chvrch

Diuided into two parts. The first part comprehends the Canonicall Hymnes, and such parcels of Holy Scripture, as may properly be sung, with some other ancient Songs and Creeds. The second part consists of Spirituall Songs, appropriated to the seuerall Times and Occasions obserueable in the Church of England. Translated and Composed by G. VV. [i.e. George Wither]

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SONG X. The second Canticle. While that the King was at repast
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SONG X. The second Canticle. While that the King was at repast

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Sing this as the ninth Song.

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While that the King was at repast,
My Spicknard his perfumings cast;
And twixt my breasts repos'd my Deere:
My Loue, who is as sweet to mee,
As Myrrhe, or Camphire bundles bee,
Which at Engaddi Vineyards are.

2

Loe, thou art faire; loe, thou my Loue,
Art faire, and eyed like the Doue:
Thou faire, and pleasant art my Deare:
And loe, our bed with flowers is strow'd:
Our House is beam'd with Cædar wood;
And of the Firre our Rafters are.

3

I am the Rose that Sharon yeelds,
The Rose and Lilly of the Fields,
And flower of all the Dales below.
My Loue among the Daughters showes,
As when a sweet and beauteous Rose
Amid her bush of thornes doth grow.

4

Among the Sonnes, such is my Deare,
As doth an Apple-tree appeare,
Within a shrubbie Forrest plac't.

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I sate me downe beneath his shade,
(Whereto a great desire I had)
And sweet his fruit was to my tast.

5

Mee to his Banquet-house he bare,
Eu'n where his wine prouisions are,
And there, his Loue my banner was.
With Flaggons, mee from fainting stay;
With Apples comfort me, I pray;
For, I am sicke of Loue (alas)

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My head with his left-hand he staid:
His right-hand ouer mee he laid;
And by the Harts and Roes (said Hee)
You Daughters of Ierusalem,
Stirre not (for you I charge by them)
Nor, wake my Loue, till pleas'd she be.