CHAPTER VIII.
O Who will give thee, as to me a brother; [unspec 1]
Even he that sucked the breasts of my mother:
I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee;
And also, I should not despised be.
I would thee leade, I would thee bring into [unspec 2]
My mothers house, instruct me shouldest thou:
I would cause thee to drink, wine mixt with spice,
Of my Pomegranate the delightfull juice.
His left hand, underneath mine head (have place) [unspec 3]
His right hand also, me about imbrace.
O daughters of Ierusalem that be, [unspec 4]
I doe adjuring charge you: why should ye
Awaking-stirre, and why should ye disease,
By stirring up the Love, untill it please?
Who's this, that comes up from the desert wast [unspec 5]
That to her Loved, leaning cleaveth-fast?
I stird thee up, under the Apple-tree:
Thy mother there with pain did bring-forth thee;
There, she that bare thee did bring-forth-with▪ smart.
O set me, as a seale upon thine heart; [unspec 6]
Vpon thine arme (eke set me) as a seale;
For love is strong as death; and jealous-zeale,
Is hard as hell: the coales eke of the same
Are coales of fire, of Iahs consuming flame.
The many waters, love they cannot quench; [unspec 7]
Neither the flouds, are able it to dre••ch:
If man would all wealth of his house expend,
For love; it would be utterly contemn'd.
We have a sister small, no breasts hath she: [unspec 8]
In day when she is spoke of, what shall we
Doe for our sister? If she be a wall; [unspec 9]
A silver pallace, build on her we shall:
And if she be a doore; inclose will we
Her round about, with boards of Cedar tree.
I am a wall, my breasts as towres likewise: [unspec 10]
Then was I as peace finding in her eyes.
In Baal-hamon, there a Vineyard was [unspec 11]
Of Solomons; the Vineyard he did passe
In hire to keepers: every man he brings
For fruit thereof, a thousand silverlings.
My Vineyard which is mine, fore me remaines: [unspec 12]
The thousand to thee, Solomon pertaines;
Two hundred eke, be the fruit-keepers part.
O thou that dweller in the gardens art, [unspec 13]
Vnto thy voice they that companions be
Attending are to heare it cause thou mee.
Flee, my Belov'd, and have a ••••es likenes, [unspec 14]
〈◊〉〈◊〉 a yong Hart; on 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of spices.