The canticles or Balades of Salomon phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin |
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li. The Spouse to her Beloued.
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The .vi. Chapter.
The canticles or Balades of Salomon |  |
li. The Spouse to her Beloued.
The Argument.
Whan Christ hath told his Spouse that he is descended into her to see the fruites of her faythful people, she ignoraunt before hearyng nowe his voyce, confesseth her ignoraunce, acknowlagyng her imperfeccion. And not withstandyng the greate prayses wherewith her Beloued magnified her, she presumeth not: but humbly acknowlegyng her estate confesseth her ignoraunce: syngyng.
I knew not I, Thou wast so ny,
Tyll by thy wurd so swete,
Thou madest me know, Thou wast cum low,
And louely dydst me grete.
Tyll by thy wurd so swete,
Thou madest me know, Thou wast cum low,
And louely dydst me grete.
I was I graunt, Blynde ignoraunt.
And knew nothing at all:
Through flesh or blood, That coulde doe good,
Before thou didst me call.
And knew nothing at all:
Through flesh or blood, That coulde doe good,
Before thou didst me call.
Thy wurd awaye, My wyt I saye
Knewe no whyt of thy wyll:
I knew not why, Thou camest so nye,
With frute thy self refyll.
Knewe no whyt of thy wyll:
I knew not why, Thou camest so nye,
With frute thy self refyll.
But whan thy voyce (That doeth reioyce
All faythful that it hear)
Sounded so shrill, I knew thy wyll,
And what thou madest there.
All faythful that it hear)
Sounded so shrill, I knew thy wyll,
And what thou madest there.
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The .vi. Chapter.
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