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❧The Ballet of Ballettes of Solomon, called in Latin, Canticum Canticorum.
The first Chapter.
1 The familier talke and misticall communication of the spirituall loue betweene Iesus Christe and his Churche. 6 The domesticall enemies that persecute the Churche.
[unspec A] 1 O That (a) 1.1 he would kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is more plea∣saunt then wine, and that because of the good and pleasaunt sauour of thy most preci∣ous baulmes.
2 (b) 1.2Thy name is a sweet smelling oynt∣ment when it is shed foorth, therfore do the * 1.3 maydens loue thee.
3 Drawe thou me [vnto thee] we wyll runne after thee. The kyng hath brought me into his (d) 1.4 priuie chaum∣bers: We wylbe glad and reioyce in thee, we thinke more of thy loue then of wine: they that be righteous loue thee.
4 (e) 1.5I am blacke (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) but yet (f) 1.6 fayre and well fauoured, like as the tentes of the Ce∣darenes, and as the hanginges of So∣lomon.
5 Marueyle not at me that I am so blacke, for why? the sunne hath shined vpon me: my mothers chyldren haue euyll wyll at me, they made me the ke∣per of the vineyardes, but mine owne vineyarde haue I not kept.
6 Tell me O thou whom my soule lo∣ueth, where thou feedest the sheepe, where thou makest them rest at the noone day: for why shall I be like hym that goeth wrong about the flockes of thy companions?
7 If thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou [unspec B] fayrest among women) then go thy way foorth after the (g) 1.7 footesteppes of the sheepe, and feede thy goates besyde the shepheardes tentes.
8 Vnto * 1.8 the hoast of Pharaos charets haue I compared thee, O my loue.
9 Thy cheekes and thy necke is beauti∣full as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels, a neckband of golde wyll we make thee, with siluer buttons.
10 (h) 1.9When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus: a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes: a cluster of Cam∣phire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me.
11 * 1.10Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes. O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou?
12 Our bed is dect with flowres, the see∣linges of our house are of Cedar tree, and our crosse ioyntes of Cipresse.
The .ij. Chapter.
3 The Churche desireth to rest vnder the shadowe of Christe. 8 She heareth his voyce. 14 She is compared to the doue. 15 And the enemies to the foxes.
[unspec A] 1 I Am the rose of the fielde, and lillie of the valleys,
2 (a) 1.11As the lillie a∣mong the thornes: so is my loue among the daughters.
3 (b) 1.12Like as the apple tree among the trees of the wood: so is my beloued a∣mong the sonnes.
4 My delight is to sit vnder his sha∣dowe, for (c) 1.13 his fruite is sweete vnto my throte.
5 He bringeth me into his wine seller, his banner spread ouer me, whiche is his loue.
6 Set about me cuppes of wine, comfort me with apples, for I am sicke of loue.
7 * 1.14His left hande lyeth vnder my head, and his right hande shall imbrace me.