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Bible. -- O.T. -- Song of Solomon -- Paraphrases, English.
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"A paraphrase vpon the Song of Solomon by G. S." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A27982.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 16, 2024.
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Cant. V.
SPONSUS.
MY Spouse, my Sister, thou who artThe Ioy and Treasure of my heart:I to my Garden have retir'd,Reapt spices which perfumes expir'd;
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Sweet Gums from trees profusely shed,On dropping Combs of Honey fed;Drunk Morning Milk, with new prest Wine:O Friends, whom like desires combine;Eate, drink, drink freely: nor removeTill you be all inflam'd with Love.
SPONSA.
Although I sleep my Passions wake,For he who knockt, thus sadly spake:My Love, my Sister, thou more mildThen gallesse Doves, my undefil'd,O let me enter! Night hath shedHer Dew on my uncovered Head;Which from my drenched Locks distils,And with a frozen numnesse chils.Can I assent to thy request,Disrob'd and newly laid to rest?
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Shall I now cloath my self again?And feet so lately washt, distain?But when I had his hand discern'd,Drawn from the latch, my bowels yern'd.I rose, no longer could deferTo unlock the Door; when liquid Myrrh,Thence dropping, on my finger fell,And breath'd an odoriferous smell.But ah, when opened he was gone:His grief fetcht from my heart a groane.In vain I sought my Souls Belov'd;I call'd him, ô too far remov'd!The Watch and those who walk the Round,In this pursuit the Afflicted found:Smot, wounded, and prophanely toreThe Sable Veile my Sorrow wore.You Virgins of faire Solyma,I charge you, if you meet him, say,
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That I his Spouse am sick for Love,And with your teares soft pitty move.
CHORUS.
O thou of all our Sex most faire,Can none with thy belov'd compare!Doth he so much our Loves transcendThat we alone should him intend!
SPONSA.
Lo! in his face the blushing Rose,Ioyn'd with the Virgin Lilly, grows:Among a Myriad he appearsThe Chief, and Beauties Ensign bears.His head adorn'd with burnisht gold,Which Curls of shining haire infold,Black as the newly pruned Crow:His Eyes like Doves by Fountains show,Late bathed in a RivoletOf Milk, alike exactly set:
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His Cheeks, sweet Spice, and flowres confer,His Lips, like Roses dropping Myrrh.His Hand, the wondering Eye invites,Like Rings that blaze with Chrysolites:His Belly, pollisht Ivory,Where Saphires in blew branches lie:His Legs, like Marble pillars, plac'dOn Bases with pure gold inchac'd:His Looks, like Cedars planted onThe Brows of loftie Lebanon:His Tongue, the Eare with Musick feeds:And he in every part exceeds.You Daughters of Ierusalem,Such is my Friend, my praises Theam.
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