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 15, 2025.

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I Waked thee vp amōg the apple trees wher thy mother conceyued thee,* 1.1 where thy mo∣ther brought thee into the worlde.

¶The argument.

CHriste maketh aunswere, declaryng what she is, where and howe he rounde her: and declaryng what he dyd for his Spouse, doeth syng as foloweth.

Christe to the Churche. lxviii
EMong the apple trees, J waked thee vp my spouse, Where as thou sleptest in sin, in sin original, Which Eua, by the frute she plukt fro the apple bowes, Brought on her whole posteritie, Whiche are condemned al, For theyr parentes iniquitie, And for theyr owne vnryght. Vnder this apple tree, through whiche thou wast condemnde, Jn whiche condemned state thy mother brought thee furth, J waked thee: for I, my lyfe and all contemnde, Vpon the tree dyd sheade my blood, Whiche all that take in wurth Are quit from sin, and newe made good In God my fathers syght. Vnder this apple tree, the swete tree of my crosse, So soone as thou dydst syt, and therein put thy trust, I waked thee from sin, I payed thy parentes losse: And got thy former state agayne, Whiche Eua by her lust

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Had lost: and dyd mankynde constrayne To slepe in sin and death. Among these apple trees, bothe bytter, swete, and sower, The apple tree of death, by whiche mankynde was lost, And tree of lyfe, whiche I dyd purchace by my power, I waked thee vp to lyfe and welth, Because I sawe the tost With waues of woe: and gaue the helth Agaynst thy sin and death.

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