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xxxiii. Christe to his Spouse.
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xxxiii. Christe to his Spouse.
The Argument.
After Christe hath praysed his Spouse for thone of her iyes, and for one of her chaynes, dispraysyng the other (for she hath yet one carnal iye, and doeth sum of her wurkes through hipocrisie) he prayseth the rest of her partes throwly, syngyng before the Younglynges.
Howe fayre thy Dugges, thy charitie is my Spouse,
My syster swete, more fayre they are than wyne:
Thy sauour eke of my gyftes glorious,
Do passe all odours, be they neuer so fine.
My syster swete, more fayre they are than wyne:
Thy sauour eke of my gyftes glorious,
Do passe all odours, be they neuer so fine.
Thy lyppes my Loue the hunney combe are lyke,
From whiche my prayse doeth drop al men among:
My scriptures eke that are not muche vnlyke
Hunney and mylke, doe vnder lye thy toung.
From whiche my prayse doeth drop al men among:
My scriptures eke that are not muche vnlyke
Hunney and mylke, doe vnder lye thy toung.
Thy garmentes gay, my merites whiche thou hast,
Do sauour swete, lyke the mount Libanus.
My Spouse, thou art an orchard locked fast
Of pleasaunt trees, my elect most bounteous.
Do sauour swete, lyke the mount Libanus.
My Spouse, thou art an orchard locked fast
Of pleasaunt trees, my elect most bounteous.
Fast shut thou art, my syster, I thee kepe
From all assaultes: thou art a sealed spryng
Of waters pure, in truthes moysture so depe,
That all may drynke whome grace shal therto bryng.
Of waters pure, in truthes moysture so depe,
That all may drynke whome grace shal therto bryng.
The planted trees and frutes whiche grow in thee,
Of Pomegranates are lyke a paradise,
Beset about with fruites that pleasaunt bee,
Of cumly heygth that spryng in goodly wyse.
Of Pomegranates are lyke a paradise,
Beset about with fruites that pleasaunt bee,
Of cumly heygth that spryng in goodly wyse.
In thee doeth grow spykenarde and Calamus
With saffron, Camphor, and the swete cypres,
And all the trees that grow in Libanus:
Swete Cynamome, strong Myrrhe and Aloes.
With saffron, Camphor, and the swete cypres,
And all the trees that grow in Libanus:
Swete Cynamome, strong Myrrhe and Aloes.
With all hote spices aromatical.
These are the elect and faythfull that doe dwell
In thee my church, in office seueral:
Who all through fayth, excedyng swete do smel.
These are the elect and faythfull that doe dwell
In thee my church, in office seueral:
Who all through fayth, excedyng swete do smel.
And thou my spouse of gardeyns art a wel,
Thy dewie fayth doth moysten euery coost:
Thou art also a poole the whiche doeth wel
Vp lyuely springes, from out the holy goost.
Thy dewie fayth doth moysten euery coost:
Thou art also a poole the whiche doeth wel
Vp lyuely springes, from out the holy goost.
With these thy streames whiche calmly take theyr course
From Libanus, my wurde that mountayne clere,
Thou waterest the gardens fine or course
Of all good folke, that in thy waye appere,
From Libanus, my wurde that mountayne clere,
Thou waterest the gardens fine or course
Of all good folke, that in thy waye appere,
Vp North wynde vp, vp tribulacion,
Cum blast my gardeyn, that I may it trye:
Cum Southwynde eke, cum consolacion
And cherysh it, least sum part hap to dye.
Cum blast my gardeyn, that I may it trye:
Cum Southwynde eke, cum consolacion
And cherysh it, least sum part hap to dye.
That whyle ye two vpon my churche do blow,
The fragrant smell of truth may from her flow.
The fragrant smell of truth may from her flow.
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