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 of woman; but thy love, O Lord, paeth all created love! O uncreated love! Beginning without beginning, and ending without end. Thou are my glory, my joy, and my gain, and my crown: thou hat et me under thy hadow with great delight, and thy fruit is weet unto my tate; thou hat brought me into thy banqueting houe,and placed me in thy orchard; tay me with flaggons, and comfort me with apples, for I am ick, and my oul is wounded with love. Behold thou art fair my love, behold thou art fair, thou has doves eyes; behold thou art fair my beloved, yea, pleaant; alo our bed is green; the beams of our houe are cedars, and our rafters are of fir; how fair and how pleaant art thou, O full of delights, my heart is ravihed with thee: O when hall I ee thy face! How long wilt thou delay to be with me as a roe, or a young hart, leaping upon the mountains and kipping upon the hills; as a bundle of myrrh be thou to me, and ly all night betwixt my breats; becaue of the favour of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore deire I to go out of this deert, and to come to the place where thou ittet at thy repat, and where thou make it thy flocks to ret at noon. When hall I be filled with his love? Surely if a man knew how precious it were, he would count all things dros and dung to gain it, truly I would long for that caffold, or that ax, or, that cord, that might be to me the lat tep of this my weariome journey, to go to thee my Lord. Thou who knows the meaning of the pirt, give anwer to the peaking, ighing, and groaning of the pirit. Thou who hat enflamed my heart to peak to thee in this ilent, yet lovely language of ardent, and fervent deires, peak again unto my heart, and anwer my deires, which thou hat made to peak to thee, Cor xv 55 O death where is thy ting, O grave where is thy victory. What can be troubleome to me. ince my Lord looks upon me with o loving and amiable a countenance, and how greatly do I long for these embracements of my Lord, O that he would kis me with the kies of his mouth, Cant i. 3. For his love is better than wine. O that my oul were the throne wherein he might dwell eternally? O that my heart were