Ver. I fat me down with great delight, Beneath his fhade; and, O how fweet 4 He brought me to his houfe of wine, The banner of his love divine 5 Stay me with flaggons, comfort me I languish till my Lord I fee; 6 He's come, and with his left-hand he 7 O Salemites, I By rural hinds and roes, Wake not my Love, while pleas'd to reft; 8 Lo! my Belov'd, whofe voice fo nigh 9 With speed his active love to fhow Lo! he behind our wall doth ftand; 10 Sweet was my Lord's most charming tone, When thus I heard him fay, "Rife up, my love, my fairest one; "Inviting fpring adorns the clime; Ver. "The flow'rs upon the earth appear; 12 "Birds finging time's at hand: 13 "The turtle's voice, to charm the ear, "Green figs upon their trees are grown; 14 "O thou, my dove, that in cleft rocks 15 "Abfconding there, through fear of fhokes, "For well thy voice delights mine ear, "Take us the foxes with engines, "That fpoil the vineyard; for our vines 16 My well beloved Lord is mine; Among the lily-beds his fine A pleasant feeding is. 17 Until day break, and fhades depart : Turn, my Belov'd, and flee Swift like the roe, or youthful hart, CHAP. III. The Fight and Victory of the Church in Temptation, and ber Gloriation in CHRIST. [The Church's Words.] BY night upon my bed I fought Him whom my foul doth love; 2 I'll rife in queft of my Belov'd, In public streets: fo there I rov'd, 3 Ver. The city-watchmen met with me, 3 44 5 The object of my love? 'Twas but a little farther on But to my joy I found anon O Salem's race, I you obteft, By rural hinds and roes, Wake not my love, while pleas'd to rest [The Companions Words.] Perfum'd with myrrh and incense sweet, [The Church's Words.] Behold his bed that Solomon's, For and Which threefcore men of Ifra'l's fons 8 They all bear arms couragiously, Each with his fword upon his thigh, 9 The chariot which King Solomon Did frame of wood from Lebanon ; 10 Did gold its bottom, and above The midft thereof was pav'd with love, TI Go, virgins, fee king Solomon, Deck'd with the crown fo gay, CHA P. IV. 2 CHRIST fetteth forth the Graces of the Church, and bewerb bis love to her. She prayeth to be made fit for bis. Prefence. Ver. Lo [Chrift's Words.]: O! thou art fair to me, my love; Thy eyes, as of a beauteous dove, 4 Thy neck is like to David's tow'r, Whofe pegs a thousand bucklers bore, Thy breafts refembling two young roes, 6 Till day-break chafe the fhades of woe, Unto the mount of myrrh I'll go, And to the incenfe hill. My love thou art all fair and clean, The chief of beauteous brides; No fpot in thee is to be feen, But what my favour hides.. Tut we ne 1 ter vina. * O Filem's me. I you titel, Wake mt my leve, wille reas'd to ref; The Concours Fri (The Church's Word:.] 8 They all bear arms couragiously, 9 The chariot which King Solomon Did frame of wood from Lebanor |