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A babler of his tonge is no better, then a serpent that styngeth without hyssynge.

The begynnynge of his talkynge is foolishnes, and the last worde of his mouth is greate madnesse.

whan men shal feare in hye places, and be afrayed in the stretes: whan the Almonde tre shalbe despysed, the greshopper borne out, and whan greate pouerte shall breake in: when man goeth to his longe home, and the mourners go aboute the stretes.

His diligence was to fynde out acceptable wordes, right scripture, and the wordes of trueth.

Lat vs heare the conclucion of all thinges: Feare God, and kepe his comaundementes, for that toucheth all men:

yee that same moueth me also to renne after the. The kynge hath brought me into his preuy chambre. We wil be glad & reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy brestes then of wyne: well is them that loue the.

Like as the aple tre amonge the trees of the wodd, so is my beloued amonge the sonnes. My delite is to sitt vnder his shadowe, for his frute is swete vnto my throte.

He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well.

His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.

My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies)

They holde swerdes euery one, & are experte in warre. Euery man hath his swerde vpo his thee, because of feare in the night.

Go forth (o ye doughters of Sion) and beholde kynge Salomon in the crowne, wherwith his mother crowned him in the daye of his mariage, and in the daye of the gladnesse of his hert.

But whan my loue put in his hande at the hole, my hert was moued towarde him:

Neuerthelesse wha I had opened vnto my beloued, he was departed, and gone his waye. Now like as afore tyme whan he spake, my hert coude no longer refrayne: Euen so now I sought hi, but I coude not fynde him: I cried vpon him, neuerthelesse he gaue me no answere.

his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge:

His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place:

His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,

his hades are full of golde rynges and precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphyres:

His legges are as the pilers of Marbell, sett vpon sokettes of golde: His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees:

His throte is swete, yee he is alltogether louely. Soch one is my loue (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) soch one is my loue.