The fourth speach.
Christ speakes to his spouse.
1
Hovve faire art thou my deare, my spouse
With out, & eke vvith in.
Hovve voyd of filth, or spotts of shame
Of sinke, or stinch of sinne.
2
For I doe purge thee of the same
My vvord doth make thee free,
& they that teach to thee my lore
Are all most svveet to thee
3
Their speach is full of grace, & loue
To those that heare the same
Their vvords are impt vvith zeale of loue
To keepe thee frō all blame
4
Those that doe rule, & giude the stearne
Are as the necke to head
They are both strong, & stout to gard
The soules that they haue fed?
Christ speakes to his spouse.
5
The tvvo svveet bookes of league most nevve
Are breasts full fraught vvith milke,
And all that sucke the ioyce of thē
Are clad in robes of silke.
6
That is the grace of Saincts, & such
Shall shine in rayes of rest
Till day doth davvne, & shad doth fade,
And they for aye be blest.
7
Thus art thou faire, my loue in me
In thee there is noe spott.
I vvill in blisse sett thee my deere
Cleane voyd of sinne, or blott.