The canticles or balades of Salomon, phraselyke declared in Englysh metres, by William Baldwin
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The canticles or balades of Salomon, phraselyke declared in Englysh metres, by William Baldwin
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[Imprinted at London :: By William Baldwin, seruaunt with Edwarde Whitchurche],
M. D. XLIX [1549]
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Bible. -- O.T. -- Song of Solomon -- Paraphrases, English -- Early works to 1800.
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"The canticles or balades of Salomon, phraselyke declared in Englysh metres, by William Baldwin." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A15987.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2025.
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THou that dwellest in the gardeyns, O let me heare thy voyce,* 1.1 that my Companions maye hearken: o the same.
¶The Argument.
WHan Christe hath styrred vp his Churche to yelde hym thankes for his beneficiall diligence toward her, he stir∣reth her vp to preach, that his felowes, whiche are false chri∣stians, maye heare her true preaching, that beyng confounded therwith, they may cōuert and becum true christians in dede, syngyng to her as foloweth.
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Christe to his Spouse. lxx.
THou my spouse that doest excellJn fayth all folke, and doest now dwellJn scripture gardeyns whiche do smellMoste strong in sent:Lyke to a trumpe exalt thy voyce,With preachyng truth make suche a noyse,That J may hear it, and reioyce,That I thee sent.Preache out my wurde so loude and hye,That they whiche of my companyeDoe boast themselues, but yet they lye,And loth my name:Maye hear thy voyce, and know how ferreThey are from me, and how they erreFrom truth: to whiche thou shalte preferreThem, by the same.That it maye cum to passe at length,That all men doubtyng in theyr strengthMaye to my mercy them submit:And so be fit,To be engraft in thee my stocke,That all maye be one faythfull flocke,With shepherdes therof other none,But only one.