Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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¶ The .iiii. Chapter.
A noteO How fayre art þu;, my loue, howe
fayre art thou? þu; hast doues eyes,
besyde that which lyeth hyd within.
noteThy hearye lockes are like þe;
woll of a flocke of gotes þt; be shorne
vpon mo&ubar;t Gilead: Thy teth are like shepe
of the same bignesse, which went vp from
the washinge place: where euery one beareth
two twyns, and not one vnfrutefull am&obar;ge
them. Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybonde,
thy wordes are louely, thy chekes are
like a pece of a pomgranat within thyne heares.
Thy neck is lyke þe; tower of Dauid builded
with costly stones lyinge out on the sides
wher vpon there hang a thousande shyldes,
yee all the weapens of the geauntes. noteThy
two brestes are lyke two twyns of younge
roes, which fede amonge roses. O that I
myght go to the mo&ubar;tayne of Myrre,
B ∧ to þe;
hyll of franckenc&ebar;se: tyll þe; daye breake ∧ tyll
þe; shadowes be past awaye. Thou art all
fayre, O my loue, ∧ no spott is there in the.
Come to me fr&obar; Libanus (O my spouse (come
to me fr&obar; Libanus loke from the toppe of
Amana, from the toppe of Sanir ∧ Herm&obar;,
fr&obar; the ly&obar;s dennes and from þe; mountaynes
of þe; leopardes. Thou hast with loue bewitched
my hert, O my syster, my spouse, þu; hast
be witched my herte, with one of thyne eyes,
and &wt; one cheyne of thy neck. O howe fayre
are thy brestes, my syster, my spouse?
C Thy
brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and þe;
smel of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spyces.
Thy lippes, O my spouse, droppe as þe; hony
c&obar;be, yee mylcke and hony is vnder thy tong,
and the smell of thy garm&ebar;tes is lyke þe; smell
of Libanus. A garden well locked is my syster,
my spouse, a garden well locked, and a
sealed well. The frutes þt; are planted in the,
are lyke a very Paradyse of pomgranates
with swete frutes: as Camphore, Nardus,
and Saffr&obar;, Calamus, ∧ Synamom with
all swete smellynge trees: Myrre. Aloes and
all the best spyces: a well of gard&ebar;s, a well of
lyuinge waters, which renne downe fr&obar; Libanus.
Up thou north wynde, come thou
south wynde, and blowe vpon my garden, þt;
the smell therof maybe caryed on euery syde:
yee þt; my beloued maye come into hys gard&ebar;,
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∧ eate of þe; swete frutes that growe therin.
Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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