Epithalamium, or Solomons Song Together with the Songs of Moses, Exod. 15 & Deut. 32. ... Digested into a known and familiar meeter, by Samuel Slater |
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 | CHAP. II. Epithalamium, or Solomons Song |  |
CHAP. II.
1.
I am the fair and pleasant Rose,in Sharon fields I grow:
Yea I likewise the Lilly am
of Valleys, that are low.
2.
As is the Lilly, when amongthe thorns it doth appear;
Among the daughters so is she
that is my love, my dear.
3.
As Apple-tree among the treesthat in the wood have place,
So is my love among the sons,
excelling them in grace.
Under his shade with great delight
I sate, and was refresht:
His fruit likewise I found to be
most sweet unto my taste.
4.
Unto the house of Banquettinghe did me also lead;
And there the banner of his love
he over me did spread.
5.
O stay me now with Flagons, andwith Apples comfort me;
For I am sick, yea sick of love
I finde my self to be.
6.
His left hand (my beloved one)under my head hath plac't;
And by his right hand I am now
most lovingly embrac't.
7.
O Daughters of Jerusalem,I give you this in charge:
Even by the Roes, and by the Hindes,
of fields that are so large:
That ye take heed ye stir not up
my love, who takes his ease;
And that you do not him awake
until himself shall please.
8.
The voice of my beloved, loupon the mountains he
Comes leaping, and upon the hills
comes skipping towards me.
9.
Like Roe, or Hart, behold my lovebehind our wall doth stand:
through lattess neer at hand.
10.
And my beloved thus did speak,to me thus did he say;
Thou that my love, and fair one art,
arise, and come away.
11.
For why? behold the winter timeis gone and over-past;
The rain likewise which did descend,
is ceas'd, and doth not last.
12.
The flowers appear upon the earththe birds do sing with chear;
Their time is come: within our land
the Turtle's voice we hear.
13.
The Fig-tree yeilds green figs, the Vineswhich tender grapes do bear,
Do give good smell; arise my love,
and come away, my fair.
14.
O thou (my dove) that in the rockand clefts thereof dost bide
Thou that in secret places of
the stayrs, thy self dost hide.
Thy countenance let me behold;
thy voice eke let me hear:
For sweet and pleasant is thy voice,
thy countenance is clear.
15.
Take us the Foxes, yea, I say,the little Foxes take;
For that our vines have tender grapes
whereof a spoyl they make.
16.
My wel-beloved he is mine,and I likewise am his:
The place where he doth please to feed,
among the Lillies is.
17.
Until the day do break, and tillshaddows away do fly;
Turn love, and be like Roe or Hart,
on Bether mountains high.
| CHAP. II. Epithalamium, or Solomons Song | |