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A paraphrase vpon the song of Solomon

By G. S. [i.e. George Sandys]

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Cant. VI.
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Cant. VI.

Chorus.
Faire Virgin, paralel'd by none,
O whither's thy Beloved gone!

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Direct our forward Zeal, that we
May joyn in this pursuit with thee.

Sponsa.
Behold, the more then life desir'd
Down to his Garden is retir'd:
There gathers Flowers, Feasts in the Shade,
On Beds of bruised Spices laid.
Our mutuall flame all flames exceeds:
My Dear among the Lillies feeds.

Sponsus.
Not Regall Terza, Israels
Delight, thy Beautie, Love, excels:
Not thou, Divine Ierusalem,
That art of all the World the Iem:
Nor Armies with their Ensigns spread,
So threaten with amazing Dread.

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O turn from me thy wounding Eyes!
In every glance an Arrow flyes!
Thy dangling Haire appears like flocks
Of climing Goats from Gileads Rocks:
Thy Teeth, like Sheep in their Return
From Chison, washt and smoothly shorn;
None markt for barren, none of all
But equall Twins at once let fall:
Thy Cheeks like Punick Apples are,
Which blush beneath thy flowing Haire.
They boast of many Queens, great store
Of Concubines, and Virgins more
Then can be told: my Vndefill'd
Is all in one; the onely Child
Of her faire Mother: and brought forth
To shew the World an unknown Worth.
Queens, Virgins, Concubines, beheld,
Admir'd, and blest th'Vnparalel'd.


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Chorus.
Who's this, who like the Morning shews,
When she her Paths with Roses strews!
More faire then the replenisht Moon,
More Radiant then the Sun at Noon:
Not Armies with their Ensigns spread.
So threaten with amazing dread.

Sponsus.
I to my pleasant Gardens went,
Where Nutmegs breath a fragrant sent,
To see the generous fruits which grac'd
The pregnant vale, with springs inchac'd:
To see the Vines disclose their Iems,
And Granets blooming on their Stems.
Then unaware, and half amaz'd,
Me thought my ravisht Soul was rais'd
Vp to a Chariot, swift as winds,
Drawn by my Peoples willing Minds.


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Chorus.
Return faire Shulamite, return
To us, who for thy absence mourn.
What see you in the Shulamite!
Two Armies prevalent in fight.