CHAPTER VII.
THy feet with shoes, how are they beautifull, [unspec 1]
O thou the daughter of Prince bountifull:
Ioynts of thy thy thighes, like unto jewes are,
Worke of the hands of an artificer.
Thy navel, is like to a goblet round;
Of mixed colour let no want-be-found: [unspec 2]
Thy belly is like to an heape of wheat;
That is with Lilies round about-beset.
Thy two breasts, like two fawnes, twins of the Roe. [unspec 3] [unspec 4]
Thy necke, an yv'rie towre is like unto:
Thine eyes are like the pooles in Hesebon,
By gate that haunted is of many a one:
Thy nose is like the towre of Libanus,
That looketh to the face of Damascus.
Like unto Carmel is, thine head on thee; [unspec 5]
The hayres eke of thine head, like purple be:
The King, he bound is in the galleries.
How faire art thou, how pleasant art likewise [unspec 6]
Thou ô deare Love for all delightfulnesse!
Like to a palm-tree this thy stature is, [unspec 7]
Like unto clusters are thy breasts also.
I sayd, I will up to the palme-tree goe; [unspec 8]
Will of the boughes thereof fast-hold get me:
And now thy breasts like the Vine clusters be;
And of thy nose like apples be the smell.
Thy palate eke, like wine that doth excell, [unspec 9]
That goes to my Belov'd, to righteousnesse:
Causing the sleepers lips speech-to expresse.
I my Beloveds am; and his desire [unspec 10] [unspec 11]
Is towards me. Come let us forth retire
Into the field ô my Belov'd, and let
Vs in the villages a lodging-get.
Vnto the vineyards, let us rise-earely; [unspec 12]
Whether the vine doe flourish let us set,
The tender-grape if opening it appeare;
If the Pomegranate-trees doe blossomes beare▪
There will I give my dearest loves to thee.
The Mandrakes give a smell, at our doores be [unspec 13]
All precius things eke, new and old which I
For thee, my Loved, layd-up warily.