- The Ballet of Ballettes of Solomon, called in Latin, Canticum Canticorum.
[Song of Solomon]
- O that he would kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wine,
- and that because of the good and pleasaunt sauour of thy most precious baulmes.
Thy name is a sweet smelling oyntment when it is shed foorth, therfore do the maydens loue thee.
- Drawe thou me [vnto thee] we wyll runne after thee.
The kyng hath brought me into his priuie chaumbers: We wylbe glad and reioyce in thee, we thinke more of thy loue then of wine: they that be righteous loue thee.
- I am blacke (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) but yet fayre and well fauoured, like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Solomon.
- Marueyle not at me that I am so blacke, for why?
the sunne hath shined vpon me: my mothers chyldren haue euyll wyll at me, they made me the keper of the vineyardes, but mine owne vineyarde haue I not kept.
- Tell me O thou whom my soule loueth, where thou feedest the sheepe, where thou makest them rest at the noone day: for why shall I be like hym that goeth wrong about the flockes of thy companions?
- If thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest among women) then go thy way foorth after the footesteppes of the sheepe, and feede thy goates besyde the shepheardes tentes.
- Unto the hoast of Pharaos charets haue I compared thee, O my loue.
- Thy cheekes and thy necke is beautifull as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels,
- a neckband of golde wyll we make thee, with siluer buttons.
- When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus:
- a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes:
- a cluster of Camphire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me.
- Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou?
thou hast doues eyes.
- O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou?
Our bed is dect with flowres,
- the seelinges of our house are of Cedar tree, and our crosse ioyntes of Cipresse.