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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06962	The poem of poems. Or, Sions muse contayning the diuine song of King Salomon, deuided into eight eclogues.; Poem of poems.	Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.	1596 (1596)	STC 17386; ESTC S119690	13,654	74

owne in lost regard intombe 6. O thou in whom my soules affections dwell That canst recuer my fayrs disparagment Vnuayle to me thy beeing deare hart tell Both where thou feedst when the morne is spent In what calme noone-tide shade thy lims are pent For why should I their foote-steps immitate Which turnes aside vnto thy neighbours flocks Whom thou hast call'd to that diuine estate And yet like long washt sand-consuming Rocks By theyr fond dreames thy grace in pryson locks Thaumastos 7. Most excellent of all the femall lyne O thou the fayrest womens onely fayre If where I am thou knowst not then declyne And by the mornings foot-steps which appeare Trace forth my flocks and figure theyr repayre And by the Tents of those caelestiall Swayns Which vnto Edens pastours are thy guyde Feede thy young Kyds and on their flowrie playns Sport with thy lambkins in the Sommers pryde So shalt thou learne and knowe where I abyde 8. I haue my Loue compard thine excellence Vnto the manag'd troups of armed Steeds Whose crests the seate of glories residence Adorne great Pharo's Chariot when with weeds Of pompe they hale his watch to martiall deeds 9. Thy comly cheekes the Iewels of my hart Are ritch enchast with rare reflicting stone And bout thy necke where Beautie learnt his Art Hang lynke-vnyted chaines which all alone Gyrdle thy beames from view of any one ●● T'is we my deare that of the purest gold Tride in the flame from out th'Arabian mine VVill make thee borders doubled many fold Imbosted and intraild with curious twine VVhich shall with siluer studs imbellisht shine Ecclesia ●1 Whilst in the concau'd pallace of my deare My King my Loue shall take desir'd repose My Spyknards sacred fume shall then appeare Imbalming all the places where hee goes And by his sent my feruent loue disclose ●2 My onely one belou'd much more then most Like sweetning Mirrh the seasoner of smell Such sacred sent thy sight in me doth boast And thou my Loue in whom all loues I tell Shalt twixt my Mayden breasts for euer dwell 1● My Loues-ioy is like Cipresse clustred fruite Planted amongst the vines of Engedi At whose ritch bounds the Salt-seas humble suite Implores with kinde imbracing feruensie Respect of loue in his loues extasie Thaumastos 1● See see my Loue th'art faire ô fairest faire Faire is my Loue faire in my Loue is faire The gentle Doues that wanton in the aire And dallie in our breath-bequeathing spheare VVithin thine eies their beauties doe appeare Ecclesia 1● Dearelie belou'd double thou art as faire And more then faire pleasure conforts with thee Beautious pleasant pleasant beautious deare To this thou addest all eternitie And euer greene our bridall bed shall bee ●6 The stately beames of our fayre Cytadell And costly coloms curiously wrought Are all of Cedar rich in praise and smell And those faire walks th'inchanters of my thought Shalbe of vened Firre with endlesse title bought ECLOGA SECVNDA Th'argument Vnder Thaumaitos wings to rest Ecclesia goes Shee vnto Doues to Foxe deceit compared are her Foes ECCLESIA THAVMASTOS 1. I Am my deere the glorious bashfull Rose VVhich on y e sommer plaines of Sharon grow Sharon the nurse of smells foode to that nose That drawes his breath where her sweet Rosiats flow I am that Rose the pride of Libanon Beautie of Gardens splendour of the field And I am that pale Lilly lookt vpon VVhose virgin-colour'd purenes pleasures yeeld I am the Rose the hie fields ornament And Lillie-bloome the Valleys blandishment Thaumastos ● As stainelesse growes the staining Lillies blaze Planted amongst the vndergrowing thorne And as shee makes disliking like to gaze Praising her beames chiding where shee was borne So mongst the maiden daughters of the world Thornie infolders of the fairest raies Such is my loue so is thy beautie hurld Into mine eye gracing dispraise with praise As Lillies are with thornes inuironed Such is my loue with maids ingirdeled Ecclesia ● As mongst the Forrests barraine shadowing trees The comlie Aple-bearing stock erects His rich regard beyond all meane degrees Such is my deere mongst other mens defects Vnder thy shadowing fruitfull armes I sat Thether delight inticst my feruent zeale And in my rest thy fruite to wonder at Vnto my mouth all honie-sweets reueale Like th'apple tree in vvoods such is my loue Faire shade sweet taste all sweetnes farre aboue 4. Into his feast-house streaming purest VVine Thither my King my loue hath brought his deare VVauing the Ensigne of his loue diuine Ouer mine head defending mee from feare O staie me loue with flagons doe support mee 5. Raise my decline sustaine my downe remoue VVith taste of apples deere hart do comfort mee For I am sick ô sick of mightie loue Vnder loues Canapee brought to thy feasting blisse Support and comfort me that loue-sick is 6. Vnder my head wearie for want of rest My Loues left hand ô sacred hand doth lye Soft Pyllow-lyke making my temples blest Infusing slumber in my closing eye And with his right hand learnt how to inlace And make his Loue by his infoldings glad Hee makes mee ritch with kyndest kinde imbrace Such as the lyke no true loue euer had Vpon his left my head takes her repose And with his right mee doth my Loue inclose Thaumastos 7. Daughters of Iuda Twinnes of Ierusalem That with my Loue my fayrest one doe dwell I charge you by the Hynds and Roes and them That grace our fields with beautie or with smell Not to styrre vp or with confusions sound To breake the blessed slumber of my sweete But let her rest with choycest calmes be found Vntill to wake hir pleasure thinks it meete You Syons heyres doe not my Loue awake Vntill hir selfe hir selfe from slumber take Ecclesia 8. It is my best Beloueds voyce I heare Harke how his words sweet Musicks notes resound See where he comes marke how he doth appeare O how his words with rauishment confounds See where he comes and by the Mountayns leaps ● By Mountayns leaps my iolly capring Loue See where he skyps by hyls and earthy heapes Leaping and skypping looke how my deare dooth moue The voyce I heare issues fro my Loues lip VVhilst by the Mounts he leaps and hils doth skip ● Like a young Hart or like a wing'd-foote Roe Chasing vpon the Medowes and the plaines Such is my wel-belou'd in selfe and shoe Such like my deerest deere one aye remaines See how hee stands vailed behind our wall From opened casments darting his pure rais And through the grats and cranies made to thrall His ovvne true splendour gloriouslie displais My loue like Roes Harts wal-clowded shines And shoes from grats and windowes him diuine ●● My soules ioy spake thus spake his musick words My loue my faire one rise deere come away For see the stormie VVinter Spring affoords Past is the frostie seasons stubborne sway The showers of sinne in raine drops numberlesse Is chaung'd and