The sixt speach.
Christ speakes to his spouse.
1
Thou art my spouse most chast most pure
Whom all the vvorld doth loue
Thou art my deere, my peere, my ioy,
Noe spott in thee my Doue.
2
Those that doe looke, & see thy face
Do praise, & plaud thee still,
And bless thee that hast god thy lord,
& didst yeald to his vvill.
3
& thus they say rapt vvith thy state
Whats shee so faire as morne
So pure as sūne, so bright as mone,
Of vvhat state is shee borne.
4
Her face is faire through force of faith
She is most bright in heue
Yea in her looks is feare, & dread
To cause her foes to rue.
The spouse speakes to Christ.
5
And thus all gast, & rapt vvith sight
Of thy svveet port, & state
They stand in stond all pale, & wan
For thee they can not mate.
6
No more then glympse of starre cādashe
The sūne in hight of skye,
Or light on earth the mone at full
Can darke or once come nigh.
7
Cheare vp thy selfe deere loue I say
For though thou didst me miss,
I meane not thee my loue to leaue
For all the vvorld that is.