The canticles or Balades of Salomon phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin |
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xi. The Spouse to her Beloued.
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 | The firste Chapter.
The canticles or Balades of Salomon |  |
xi. The Spouse to her Beloued.
The Argument.
The Churche so hyghlye commended of Christe for the simplicitie of her true and vpryght iudgemente, yeldeth hym thankes agayne bothe because it pleased hym to geue it her, and also to accept it so wel in wurth: and to encorage the Younglynges to loue hym the better, she prayseth his beautie and other benefites, syngyng.
Thou thou o Christe, it is that arte so fayer,
Yeà my Beloued, most beautifull art thou:
As for my borowed beautie may appayer,
Whiche wer but fylth except thou it allow.
Yeà my Beloued, most beautifull art thou:
As for my borowed beautie may appayer,
Whiche wer but fylth except thou it allow.
But sith thou Lorde, moste fayre, moste beautiful,
Imputest to me parte of thy beautie bryght,
Beholde our Bed, our peace most plentiful
Of conscience, doeth florish through thy myght.
Imputest to me parte of thy beautie bryght,
Beholde our Bed, our peace most plentiful
Of conscience, doeth florish through thy myght.
Our houses eke of fayth wherin we dwell,
Haue sylynges fine, the scriptures truly taught,
Of Cedre tree, whose euerlastyng smel
Shal styll endure whan all thynges cum to naught.
Haue sylynges fine, the scriptures truly taught,
Of Cedre tree, whose euerlastyng smel
Shal styll endure whan all thynges cum to naught.
With these sylynges Crosse ioynters ioyned are
Of Cypresse swete, a wood that wyl not rot:
Good wurkes in whiche we do our fayth declare,
Through lyuely loue, with death that dyeth not.
Of Cypresse swete, a wood that wyl not rot:
Good wurkes in whiche we do our fayth declare,
Through lyuely loue, with death that dyeth not.
| The firste Chapter.
The canticles or Balades of Salomon | |