The canticles or Balades of Salomon phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin |
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xv. The Spouse to the Younglynges
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The .ii. Chapter
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xv. The Spouse to the Younglynges
The Argument.
The Churche beyng in the wyne seller of Goddes hollye wurde, and seyng therin the banner of his loue whiche he displayed for her, whan he gaue vp his body to the crosse, & suffered with horrible payne and panges of death, his blud to be shed and powred furth, only for her sake, to pourge and cleanse her from all spot and wrincle, and to make her of his foule enemie his fayer Spouse, is so rauished with beholding his mercy, that desirous to haue all people loue hym she brasteth furth in her panges, syngyng to the Younglinges.
The streamer haue I seen
Of loue, whiche Kriste my Kyng
Hath reard for those that been
The flocke whome he woulde bryng
To loue.
Of loue, whiche Kriste my Kyng
Hath reard for those that been
The flocke whome he woulde bryng
To loue.
With syght wherof my soule
Doeth flambe in lyke desyer,
And languisshing all whole
Is fiercely set on fyer,
With loue.
Doeth flambe in lyke desyer,
And languisshing all whole
Is fiercely set on fyer,
With loue.
Paue me therfore ye yong,
With flowers beset me thicke:
Ye faythfull make me strong,
For loe how I am sicke
For loue.
With flowers beset me thicke:
Ye faythfull make me strong,
For loe how I am sicke
For loue.
With apples fyll me full,
Gods wurd the lyuely quicke:
With gyftes moste plentiful
Of grace, for I am sycke
Of Loue:
Gods wurd the lyuely quicke:
With gyftes moste plentiful
Of grace, for I am sycke
Of Loue:
Of loue, because I long
That all mought saued be:
That all that wander wrong
Myght cleaue to Christe and me,
By Loue.
That all mought saued be:
That all that wander wrong
Myght cleaue to Christe and me,
By Loue.
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