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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 XV. The seuenth Canticle. Oh! if him you happen on
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SONG XV. The seuenth Canticle. Oh! if him you happen on

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Sing this as the 13 Song.

[1]

Oh! if him you happen on,
Who is my Beloved One,
Daughters of Ierusalem;
I adiure you, seriously,
To informe him, how that I
Sicke am growne of loue for him.

2

Fairest of all women, tell
How thy Louer doth excell,
More then other Louers doe.
Thy Beloued, what is hee
More then other Louers bee,
That thou dost adiure vs so?

49

3

Hee, in whom I so delight,
Is the purest Red and White;
Often thousands, Chiefe is he.
Like fine Gold, his Head doth show,
Whereon curled Lockes doe grow;
And a Rauen-blacke they bee.

4

Like the milkie Doues that bide
By the Riuers, he is Ey'd:
Full, and fitly set they are:
Cheekes like Spicy-Beds hath he;
Or like flowers, that fairest be:
Lips like Lillies, dropping Myrrhe.

5

Hands, like Rings of Gold beset
With the precious Chrysolet:
Belly'd like white Iuory,
Wrought about with Saphires rich:
Legges, like Marble Pillars, which
Set on Golden Bases bee.

6

Fac'd like Libanus is hee:
Goodly, as the Cedar-tree:
Sweetnesse breathing out of him.
Hee is louely eu'ry where.
This my Friend is, this my Deare,
Daughters of Ierusalem.

7

Oh, thou Fayrest (eu'ry way)
Of all Women! whither may
Thy Beloued turned be?

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Tell vs, whither he is gone,
Who is thy Beloued-one,
That wee seeke him may with thee.

8

To his Garden wont my Deare,
To the Beds of Spices there;
Where he feeds, and Lillies gets.
I my Loues am, and alone
Mine is my Beloued-one,
Who among the Lillies eates.