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XVI. ‘Rarissima in delicijs,
Iam ueni: coronaberis.’
1
‘Come, my dere spowse and lady free;Come to thy sonne in heven blis,
For why next me thy place shalbe.
Iam veni: coronaberis.
2
Come, my myelde dove, into thy cage,With ioye and blis replete whiche is;
For why it is thyne heritage.
Iam veni: coronaberis.
3
Moost faire and swete, moost meke and myelde,Come to thy sonne and king of blis.
Moder and mayden vndefielde,
Iam veni: coronaberis.
4
Thou art alle fayre, my spowse moost dere,And spotte of synne in the noon is:
Come fro Liban, to me appere.
Iam veni: coronaberis.
5
Thy stature is assymylateTo a palme tree and thy bristis
To grapes, spowse inmaculate.
Iam veni: coronaberis.
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6
Off alle clennes I am the floure,The felde wherof thy pure soule is.
O virginall floure moost of honoure,
Iam veni: coronaberis.
7
Thy blessed body was my bowre,Wherefore my blis thou shallt not mys,
And alle seintes shalle the honoure.
Iam veni: coronaberis.
8
With thy brestes so pure and cleneThou haste me fedde, wherfore, i-wis,
Of heven blis thou shalt be quene.
Iam veni: coronaberis.’
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