The canticles or Balades of Salomon phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin |
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xxix. Christe to his perfect Spouse.
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xxix. Christe to his perfect Spouse.
The Argument.
Whan the perfect Preachers haue declared the humanitie of Christe, in whiche he made satisfaccion to his father for the sinnes of the whole worlde, he praysyng them agayn, for all his gyftes in them, syngeth.
Loe, thou art fayer, loe thou art fayer my Loue,
Doues iyes thou hast, in iudgement simplenes:
Besydes thy paste that standes thyne iyes aboue,
Thy goodly attyre of fayth and humblenes.
Doues iyes thou hast, in iudgement simplenes:
Besydes thy paste that standes thyne iyes aboue,
Thy goodly attyre of fayth and humblenes.
Thy heares also, thy truthes moste principal
Are lyke a flocke of Goates moste quicke and pure,
Whiche rounded are from of mount Giseal,
The Byble boke, an heape of witnes sure.
Are lyke a flocke of Goates moste quicke and pure,
Whiche rounded are from of mount Giseal,
Thy teath also, thyne argumentes most strong
With whiche thou doest all heresies deuour,
Are lyke the flocke whiche shorne cum vp along
The washyng place, Gods wurd that doeth them scour.
With whiche thou doest all heresies deuour,
Are lyke the flocke whiche shorne cum vp along
The washyng place, Gods wurd that doeth them scour.
Of whiche eche one in it two twinnes doeth bear,
Gods wurd, and truth, and not so muche as one
Is voyde therof: with these teeth thou doest tear
Abuses byg, that thynke to rule alone.
Gods wurd, and truth, and not so muche as one
Is voyde therof: with these teeth thou doest tear
Abuses byg, that thynke to rule alone.
Thy lyppes, thy speche is lyke the skarlet red,
Whiche for the elect, thy sauiour Christ doest preache,
Afflicte in fleshe, with bloud his crosse bebled,
To faythfull folke a swete and pleasaunt speache.
Whiche for the elect, thy sauiour Christ doest preache,
Afflicte in fleshe, with bloud his crosse bebled,
To faythfull folke a swete and pleasaunt speache.
Thy Chekes thy wurkes are louely, fayre and good
Lyke to a broken piece of Pomegranade
Whiche spring of faythe by merit of my blood,
Besides thy tyre, my wurkes that wyll not fade.
Lyke to a broken piece of Pomegranade
Whiche spring of faythe by merit of my blood,
Besides thy tyre, my wurkes that wyll not fade.
Thy necke thy faythe, is lyke to Dauids tower,
Whiche buylded is with bulwarkes, whereupon
A thousand shyldes of truthe, whiche men of power
In faythe, haue borne, doe hang to fraye thy foen.
Whiche buylded is with bulwarkes, whereupon
A thousand shyldes of truthe, whiche men of power
In faythe, haue borne, doe hang to fraye thy foen.
Thy brestes, thy helpe to succour all that nede
Alwayes at wurke, are lyke two litle twinnes,
The whiche among the faythfull Lillies feede
Tyll shadowes passe, and tyll the daye begynnes.
Alwayes at wurke, are lyke two litle twinnes,
The whiche among the faythfull Lillies feede
Tyll shadowes passe, and tyll the daye begynnes.
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