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lvi. Christe to his Spouse.
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lvi. Christe to his Spouse.
The Argument.
Christe hauyng praysed his Spouse particulerly, begynnyng at her feete and gōyng vpward to her head, where as he was wunt to begyn at the head, and thence to go dounwarde: procedeth as he was wunt, with moste earnest affeccion syngyng.
Oh howe fayer, howe fayer art thou my ioye?
How louely my Loue, how louely art thou alse:
Oh my spouse how wanton and how coy
Thou art in delites whan I doe thee enhalse.
O my Darlyng.
How louely my Loue, how louely art thou alse:
Oh my spouse how wanton and how coy
Thou art in delites whan I doe thee enhalse.
O my Darlyng.
Lyke thou art in stature to the tree,
Of Palmes, for no wayght can let thee for to grow:
And thy brestes are lyke as semeth me,
To clusters of grapes, that rype hang doune below,
O my Darlyng
Of Palmes, for no wayght can let thee for to grow:
And thy brestes are lyke as semeth me,
To clusters of grapes, that rype hang doune below,
O my Darlyng
Clyme wyll I the Palme tree then I sayde,
And wyl by the frutes and braunches hye take holde:
I my self (my church) wyll be thyne ayde,
And sit thee vpon, to make thy younglinges bolde,
O my Darlyng.
And wyl by the frutes and braunches hye take holde:
I my self (my church) wyll be thyne ayde,
And sit thee vpon, to make thy younglinges bolde,
O my Darlyng.
There wyll I thy dugges so fruitful make,
That they shall be lyke the clusters of the vine:
And the smell that thou shalt of me take,
Shall reike fro the nose lyke sent of appuls fyne,
O my Darlyng.
That they shall be lyke the clusters of the vine:
And the smell that thou shalt of me take,
Shall reike fro the nose lyke sent of appuls fyne,
O my Darlyng.
Make wyll I thy throte, that is thy voyce
So moyst with the muste of truth my chefest wyne,
That my frende, my byshop shall haue choyce
Of doctrine to preache out of those truthes of thyne,
O my Darlyng.
So moyst with the muste of truth my chefest wyne,
That my frende, my byshop shall haue choyce
Of doctrine to preache out of those truthes of thyne,
O my Darlyng.
There shal he haue meate and drinke at wyll,
To chew with his teeth and lyps: there shal he haue
Misteries, wheron to vse hym styll.
Of the shall he learne hym self and moe to saue,
O my Darlyng.
To chew with his teeth and lyps: there shal he haue
Misteries, wheron to vse hym styll.
Of the shall he learne hym self and moe to saue,
O my Darlyng.
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