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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| XVI. | SONG. XVI. The eight Canticle.
Beautifull art thou, my Deare
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SONG. XVI. The eight Canticle. Beautifull art thou, my Deare
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Beautifull art thou, my Deare:Thou as louely art, as are
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(As the beautifull'st of them)
And as much thou mak'st afraid,
As arm'd Troups with Flagges display'd.
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Turne away those eyes of thine;Doe not fix them so on mine:
For, there beame forth from thy sight,
Sweetes, that ouercome mee quite:
And thy Lockes like Kidlings bee,
Which from Gilead hill wee see.
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Like those Ewes thy Teeth doe show,Which in rowes from washing goe,
VVhen among them there is none,
Twinlesse, nor a Barren one.
And (within thy locks) thy Browes
Like the cut Pomegranat showes.
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There are with her sixtie Queenes:There are eightie Concubines;
And the Damsels they possesse,
Are in number numberlesse.
But my Doue is all alone,
And an vndefiled one.
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Shee's her Mothers onely Deare,And her Ioy that her did beare:
When the Daughters her suruei'd,
That she blessed was, they said;
She was praised of the Queenes,
And among the Concubines.
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Who is she (when forth she goes)That so like the Morning showes?
Beautifull, as is the Moone,
Purely bright, as is the Sunne:
And appearing full of dread:
Like an Hoast with Ensignes spread?
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To the Nut-yard downe went I,(And the Vales encrease to spie)
To behold the Vine-Buds come,
And to see Pomegranats bloome:
But the Princes Charrets did
Vex me so, I nought could heed.
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Turne, oh turne, thou Shulamite,Turne, oh turne thee to our sight.
What, I pray, is that, which you
In the Shulamite would view,
But that (to apparance) she
Shewes like Troups, that armed bee?
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