The third speach.
The church speakes still.
1
The men that should haue had a care
They smote, & did me vvound,
With vvords most false, & vaine they sought,
To ding me to the ground.
2
I charge you all that loue the lord
If that you shall him find
Tell him hovve sicke I am of loue
In hart, in soule, in mind.
3
O vvhat (say they) is this thy Deere
More then the sonnes of men
That thou art thus farre gō in loue,
And aye doe not him ken.
4
My loue sayd I is vvhite, & red
His face is pure, & bright
He is the cheefe, & choice, of all
In him is all the light
The church speakes still.
5
For god in him is full, & faire
In grace, in face, in all.
His head fine gold, his lockes faire flockes
In him there is no gall
6
His eies like doues full of pure loue
His cheeks as beds of spice,
His lips as svveet, as flovvers in May
To me he is not nice.
7
His hāds are sett vvith port, & price
Pure myrrhe doth dropp him fro
His vvill is rule of truth, & faith
This is most true I knovve