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Then fast euen by the dore

To me he shew'd his hand :
My heart was then enamoured,

When as I saw him stand.
Then straightwaies vp I rose

the dore with speed ; My handes and fingers dropped myrrhe

Vpon the bar indeede.
Then opened I the dore

Vnto my loue at last ;
But all in vain ; for why? before

My loue was gone and past.
There sought I for my loue,

Then could I crie and call;
But him I could not find, nor he

Nould answer me at all.
The watchmen found me then,

As thus I walk'd astray ;
They wounded me, and from my head

My vaile they took away.
Ye daughters of Ierusalem,

If ye my loue doo see,
Tell him that I am sicke for loue ;

Yea, tel him this from me.
Thou peerelesse gem of price,

I pray thee to vs tell,
What is thy loue, what may he be,

That doth so far excell?
In my beloued's face

The rose and lilly striue ;
Among ten thousand men not one

Is found so faire aliue.
His head like finest gold,

With secret sweet perfume ;

His curled locks hang all as black

As any rauen's plume.
His eies be like to doues'

On riuers' banks below,
Ywasht with milk, whose collours are

Most gallant to the shew.
His cheeks like to a plot

Where spice and flowers growe ;
His lips like to the lilly white,

From whence pure myrrh doth flow.
His hands like rings of gold

With costly chrisalet;
His belly like the yuory white,

With seemly saphyrs set.
His legs like pillers strong

Of marble set in gold;
His countenance like Libanon,

Or cedars, to behold.
His mouth it is as sweet,

Yea, sweet as sweet may be:
This is my loue, ye virgins, loe!

Euen such a one is he!
Thou fairest of vs all,

Whether is thy louer gone?
Tell us, and we will goe with thee;

Thou shalt not goe alone.



The Second Chap. of the Firste Booke of Samuel. My heart doth in the Lord reioice;

That liuing Lord of might,

Which doth his seruant's horn exalt

In al his people's sight.
I wil reioice in their despight

Which erst haue me abhord,
Because that my saluation

Dependeth on the Lord. None is so holie as the Lord ;

Besides thee none there are ; With our God there is no God

That may himselfe compare.
See that no more presumptuously

Ye neither boast nor vaunt,
Nor yet vnseemly speak such things

So proud and arrogant.
For why ? the counsell of the Lord

In depth cannot be sought:
Our enterprises and our actes

By him to passe are brought.
The bowe is broke, the mightie ones

Subuerted are at length,
And they which weak and feeble were

Increased are in strength. They that were ful and had great store,

With labor buy their bread;
And they which hungrie were and poore,

With plentie now are fed :
So that the wombe which barren was

children born,
And she which store of children had

Is left now all forlorne.
The Lord doth kill and make aliue,

His iudgments all are iust;
He throweth downe into the graue,

And raiseth from the dust.

The Lord doth make both rich and

poore; He al our thoughts doth trie; He bringeth low, and eke again e

Exalteth vp on hie.
He raiseth vp the simple soule

Whom men pursude with hate,
To sit amongst the mightie ones

In chaire of princely state.
For why? the pillers of the earth

He placed with his hand,
Whose mighty strength doth stil support

The waight of al the land.
He wil preserue his saints ; likewise

The wicked men at length
He wil confound: let no man seem

To glory in his strength.
The enemies of God the Lord

Shall be destroied al;
From heauen he shal thunder send,

That on their heads shal fall.
The mightie Lord shall iudge the world,

And giue his power alone Vnto the king; and shal exalt

His owne annointed one.



In the fift Chap. of his Lamentations. CAL vnto mind, Oh mightie Lord,

The wrongs we daily take; Consider and behold the same

For thy great mercies' sake.

Our lands and our inheritance

Meere strangers do possesse; The alients in our houses dwel,

And we without redresse.
We now, alas ! are fatherlesse,

And stil pursude with hate;
Our mourning mothers now remaine

In wofull widdowes' state.
We buy the water which we drink,

Such is our grievous want:
Likewise the wood euen for our vse

That we ourselues did plant.
Our neckes are subiect to the yoke

Of persecution's thrall;
We, wearied out with cruell toile,

Can find no rest at all.
Afore time we in Egypt land

And in Assyria serued,
For food our hunger to sustaine,

Least that we should haue sterued.
Our fathers which are dead and gone

Haue sinned wondrous sore; And we now scourg'd for their offence

Ah! woe are we therefore. Those seruile slaues which bondmen be,

Of them in fear we stand:
Yet no man doth deliuer vs

From cruel caitiues' hand.
Our liuings we are forced to get

In perils of our liues ;
The drie and barren wildernesse

Therto by danger driues.
Our skins be scorcht, as though they had

Bin in an ouen dride,

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