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The canticles or Balades of Salomon

phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin
  
  

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xliii. The Churche to the Younglinges.

The Argument.

Whan the Churche hath shewed the eleccion of Christe (for he is the chyef and onely elect sonne of his father) and his two natures, diuinitie and humanitie: she procedeth on in the descripcion of the rest of his partes, syngyng.



My Spousis iyes, his iudgementes wunderful
Are lyke the Doues, vpon the water brooke,
Whiche washt with mylke of truth, rest where they wull,
Replete with sprite and power echewhere to looke.
His Chekes, his wurdes wherby we doe hym know,
Are lyke earthbeds, of spices fine and pure:
Good bokes in whiche his truth doeth dayly grow
For preachers suche as put the same in vre.
His lyppes, suche men by whome he speakes his wyll
Are lillies whyte, where puritie is had:
From whome the myrrhe of scripture doeth distil,
Preseruyng good, but bytter to the bad.
His handes, his power by whiche all thynges are wrought,
Knowen by the wurkes, are very rynges of gold:
With Hiacincthes set as full as can be thought,
His goodly wurkes whiche dayly we beholde.
His belly or harte, whiche are affectes and wyl,
Are constant, firme, lyke to the Eliphantes tooth,
Beset with saphirs, clernes shynyng styl,
In all his wurkes both doen and that he doeth.
His Legges, whiche are his strength, his force, his garde,
His enmies doune, his faythful vp to holde:
Are pyllers strong, of marble stone most harde,
That buylded be on bases made of golde.
His shape, in whiche he sheweth hymself to vs,
In whiche through fayth, all faythful doe hym see,


Is most of price lyke to mount Libanus,
Wheron doeth grow the hye swete Cedre tree.
His throte, the fayth whiche we receyue of hym
Wherby we take his peace and righteousnes,
Is swete, swete, swete: my Loue in euery lym,
So perfect is, as no toung can expresse.