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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12479	A misticall deuise of the spirituall and godly loue betwene Christ the spouse, and the church or congregation Firste made by the wise Prince Salomon, and now newly set forth in verse by Iud Smith. Wherunto is annexed certeine other briefe stories. And also a treatise of prodigalitie, most fit and necessarie to be read [and] marked of all estates. 1575.; Bible. O.T. English. Paraphrases.	Smith, Jude.; Wharton, John, schoolmaster.; Carr, John, citezein of London. Ruinous fal of prodigalitie. aut	1575 (1575)	STC 22805; ESTC S119808	7,574	40

¶ A misticall deuise of the spirituall and godly loue betwene Christ the spouse and the Church or Congregation Firste made by the wise Prince Salomon and now newly set forth in verse by Jud Smith wherunto is annexed certeine other briefe stories And also a Treatise of Prodigalite most fit and necessarie for to be read marked of all estates ⸫ 1575. Imprinted at London by Henry Kirckham and are to be solde at his Shoppe at the little northe doore of Paules at the signe of the black Boie ¶ To the christian Reader Iohn Whatton wisheth all good giftes of vertue ⸫ IN perusing this little volume intituled A misticall deuise being requested of my frend therunto I did fynde such a pleasantnes therin that my hart reioyced and gaue du signes what pleasure and delight my minde of it conceiued For surely gentle Reder if thou couit to heare anye olde bables as I may terme them or stale tales of Chauser or to learne howe Acteon came by his horned head If thy mynde be fixed to any such metamorphocall toyes this booke is not apt nor fit for thy purpose But if thou art contrary wise bent to heare or to reade holsome documentes as it becometh all Christians then take this same For thou shalt fynde it sweeter as the Prophet sayeth then the honye or the honye combe For Salomon had great delite in the makinge of these to recreat and renyue his spirits and called them by this name Canticum Canticorum whyche is to saye the song of songes Would to God that all our rebald songes were abrogated and cast quit away and that we would once call to mynde this sweete saying of our Lord god O that my people would haue harkened vnto mee Therefore let vs followe the good counsail of the Apostle that is To cast awaye the workes of darknesse and put on the Armour of lyght which lyght is the true worde of the most hiest as Dauid in his Psalmes writteth Thy worde is a Lanterne vnto my feete a lyght vnto my path God graunt that we may frame our lyues according to that lyght Vale. ❧ Christ speaketh to the Churche COme wend vnto my garden gay my sister and my spowse For I haue gathered Mirre with spice and other goodly bowes I meane to eate my honnye my honny combe so sweete And I will drinke my wyne milke for so it seemeth meete Christe to the Apostles Eat now my frinds do nothing spare but be of perfect cheare And drink with mirth for you of me are sure be loued deare The voice of the church As I laye in a slombring sleepe but being wake in mynde I heard my true loue speake knock and all was me to fynde Christe to the churche Open me the gates saide he my sister and my loue My darling and my harts desyre my onely Turtle Doue For why my heade is full of dewe and so are all my lockes bedecked well in comely wise with these benighted drops The voice of the Spouses I haue put off my coat how can I put it on againe And if I fyle my washed feete then washt I them in vaine The voice of the church speaking of christe But when my loue put in his hande then was my heart so prest To him that I was m●ned much and tooke but little rest So that I stoode vp by and by to open him the doore But then my handes coulde drop with Myrre as was not seene before Which Myrre ran down my fingers fast when they were on the lock When I was opening him the dore that there before did knocke But when to my beloued I the doore had opened wyde He was departed thence away and gone his wayes asyde And nowe as he before did speake when I coulde not refraine So now I sought him mournfullye but found him not againe And then I cryed after him as one that was forsake And listned still but answere none woulde he vnto me make The church complaineth of her Persecutors And then the watchmē that did ward about the citie there Found me out and wounded mee deuoyde of any feare And also they that kept the walles lyke theeues did nothing spare To take my garment from my back and left me very bare The Spouses to her companions Wherfore I charge you euery one accomplisht let it be You daughters of Hierusalem that I do say to ye And if that you do fynde my loue then do expresse with speede That I am sicke and verie sicke for loue of him in deede The voice of the Sinagog Why what is he that is thy loue aboue all other louers O thou which in all womens sights art fairest of all others Or what can this thy loue do more than other louers can That thou so straitly chargest vs for to reueale it than The church aunswering of christ As for my loue you shall well knowe is collourde white and redde And is a person singuler where thousands they be spread His head is of the glittering golde none fyner can be tryde His lockes are busshed berrie brown as is the euenyng tyde His eyes are as the eyes of Do●●s that by the water brookes So ste●●ly seames of euery one that theron louely lookes And being washt with milk so whit it doth become his grace Remaining in a fertill foyle and in a plenteous place His cheekes are like a garden bedd where Potticaries vse To plant eche thing that seemeth sweet which they do seeme to choose His lips do drop as do the flowers of Myrre most principall His handes are deckt with ryngs of gold precious stones withall His body is the Iuery pure with Saphiers bedighted His legges are marble Pillers set on golden sockets righted His face it is as Libanus So all they saye that sees And eke his bewtie is comparde vnto the Cedar Trees His throte is sweete sweete againe what should I more expresse He altogether louely is and full of comlynesse Lo daughters of Hierusalem suche a one is hee Yea suche is my beloued sure as euery man may see The voice of the Sinagog speaking to the churche Whether is thy loue thou sweete departed do declare For we to seeke him out with thee do nothing meane to spare The voice of the Church My loue is to his garden gone as he hath thought it meete For tore freshe himselfe among the smelling boddes so sweete and there he gathereth goodly flours although he syllye is He is thyne and his am I which fedeth with the Lillies Christe to the churche Thou art pleasant O my loue yea louely art thou sure As faire as is Hierusalem whose bewtie doth endure Thou art as glorious O my loue as I would wishe to haue And as an armie is of men with all their Banners braue Tourne away thyne eyes from me to make my body shrowde For when as I do looke on them they make me to be prowde Thy hearie lockes are like a florke of Goats on Galaad