The canticles or Balades of Salomon phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin |
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vii Christe to his Spouse.
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 | The firste Chapter.
The canticles or Balades of Salomon |  |
vii Christe to his Spouse.
The Argument.
Because the Churche distrustyng her selfe, putteth her whole confidence in her Beloued, praying hym so earnestly to teache her how she may ryghtly instruct her Yoūglynges, he hauyng heard and allowed her humble peticion, maketh answer to her request, syngyng as foloweth.
Yf thou the fayrest of all woman kynde,
That euer I founde most faythful in dede,
Doest not of thy self know where me to fynde,
Except by my grace thou therto procede:
That euer I founde most faythful in dede,
Except by my grace thou therto procede:
Because all wisdom of flesh is to blynde
To searche out the place where I lye and fede:
Because I thee loue and am to thee kynde,
The trueth wyl I teache thee: yf thou wylt spede,
Cum furth fro thy selfe.
To searche out the place where I lye and fede:
Because I thee loue and am to thee kynde,
The trueth wyl I teache thee: yf thou wylt spede,
Cum furth fro thy selfe.
Cum furth fro thy self, cum furth fro the darke-
sum trust in thy deades, wherof all the packe
That man may deuise, are not wurth a sparke
Of fayth in my blud, where can be no lacke.
sum trust in thy deades, wherof all the packe
That man may deuise, are not wurth a sparke
Of fayth in my blud, where can be no lacke.
Although that the church malignant doe barke,
Cum furth from her foldes: and bear on thy backe
My Lode, Crosse, and yoke, whiche shall be thy marke
For her to detest, and put thee to wracke:
Yet trace thou my steppes.
Cum furth from her foldes: and bear on thy backe
My Lode, Crosse, and yoke, whiche shall be thy marke
For her to detest, and put thee to wracke:
Yet trace thou my steppes.
Yet trace thou my steppes, so shalt thou be sure
To gyde ryght thy yong, that long to be fed.
And sith that thou hast of suche taken cure
Whiche young are in truth, lyke kiddes lately bred,
To gyde ryght thy yong, that long to be fed.
And sith that thou hast of suche taken cure
Whiche young are in truth, lyke kiddes lately bred,
Fyrst feede theym with mylke, let loue theym allure:
Than strength theym with fayth, (of scripture the head)
By good shepheardes tentes, my wurd that is pure.
Learne theym by the lyfe of Saynctes that are dead
In fayth to be firme.
Than strength theym with fayth, (of scripture the head)
By good shepheardes tentes, my wurd that is pure.
Learne theym by the lyfe of Saynctes that are dead
In fayth to be firme.
| The firste Chapter.
The canticles or Balades of Salomon | |