I Hear the voyce of my Beloued: Loe he cum∣meth hoppyng in the mountaynes,* 1.1 leapyng ouer the litle hilles. My Beloued is lyke a Goat
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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- M. D. XLIX [1549]
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or an Hartes hynde. Loe where he standeth be∣hynd our wal, lokyng in at the window, and pe∣pyng through the lattesses.
¶The Argument.
THe Church hearyng Christe geue so strayte charge that none wake her, knoweth so well his voyce, that she affir∣meth it to be his. And that it may the better be regarded, she declareth to the younglynges what he is that hath geuen the charge, syngyng.
The Spouse to the Younglynges. xviii.
OF my Beloued this is the voyce, For J doe know his voyce in dede: Whiche causeth me muche to reioyce, That he, to me, wyll take suche hede. Loe how he leapeth vpon the hylles, And daunseth doune the dales by stealth: Whiche in his flesh al maner ylles And scorne, hath borne, to geue me health. Yea Christe my Loue moste good and kynde His Spouse to help in tyme of nede, Js swyft as Angel, Roe or Hynde: But much, more ruche, in makyng spede. Loe where he stands behynde our wall, Our flesh, that doeth the soule diuyde From God the good, through Adams fall: Whose sin, within our flesh doeth byde. Through which he by his gyftes of grace, Doeth pepe and looke in at our grate,Page [unnumbered]
And shyne through fayth our wyndoe place,
To bend, and mend our woful state.
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