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Psalme. XLV.
The Argument.
A laude ye see: of king and queene,set out most glorious:
But Christ and eke: his spouse is seene,
more nye described thus.
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My hart breakth out: sweete prayse to syng,my song to kyng I make:
My tonge as swift: to do the thyng,
as scribe hys penne can shake.
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More fayre thou art: more amorousthan Adams sonnes I say:
Thy spech of lippes: is gracious,
for God blest thee for aye.
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Begyrd thy thigh; Prince valiant,with sword to vanquish stout:
To thy owne laude: as mete it stant,
thy fame must shew it out.
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In worship, speede: and prosper, hye,ryde on to fence the truth:
In mekenes clad: and equitye,
great acts thy hand ensueth.
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Thyne arrowes kene: full sharply goes,all folke to thee shall fall:
Among the mids: the kings his foes,
their harts to vanquishe all.
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Thy royall throne: O God is fast,which euer shall endure:
Thy kingdoms mace: all right is cast,
to iudge in truth full sure.
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Thou louest the right: and hatst the wronge,O God, thy God therfore:
With oyle of ioye: anoynts the stronge,
beyonde thy match the more.
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Thy garments smell: of Aloes,of Myrre and cassia:
From Iuory chests: out brought they these,
to glad thy hart I say.
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Among thy maydes: so debonayre,kings daughters there were tolde:
Thy right hande helde: the Queene so fayre,
in colourd cloth of golde.
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O daughter heare: and see full kynde,inclyne thyne eare to mee:
Thy people whole: cast out of mynde,
thy fathers house to flee.
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So shall the kyng: thy bewty lyke,hys loue shall ioyne to thee:
He is thy God: and Lord to seeke,
wyth hart then serue hym free.
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So Tyrus land: shal thee enriche,and they that richest standes:
Shall bryng thee giftes: thy face to seache,
wyth thee to ioyne theyr handes.
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Thys kynges sweete Queene: is glorious,all whole wythin to see:
Her garmentes wrought: all curious,
wyth gold enbroydred bee.
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So brought she is: before the kyng,in clothe of needle wrought:
Her Uirgin maydes: her companieng,
her frendes shall nye be brought.
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Wyth ioye and myrth: they shall full nye,be brought to hym I say:
In palace there: most innerly,
where kyng hymselfe doth lay.
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Thy fathers romes: such auncientes,thy sonnes shall iust succede:
Whom thou mayst make: as Presidentes,
all landes in rule to sprede.
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Thy name to all: in memory,I euer wyll denounce:
The people so: shall durably,
to thee aye thankes pronounce.
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