IX. SIR JOHN HARINGTON. PSALM CXII. WHO feare the Lord are trewly blest, The Lord shall lend him happy light. On him that saves the poore from wrong, And gives, and lends, and kindnes shewes, Yet still discreetly guides his tongue. His memorie shall ever bide; Yea, though in grave his bones be layd, His foote shall never fayle or slyde; No news shall make his hart affrayd. He putts in God assured trust; And trusting so, hee doth suppose His righteousness shall ever last, The wicked man, when he this seeth, That God the good doth love and cherish, Shall pyne for griefe and gnash his teethHis wicked thoughts with him shall perish. PSALM CXXXVII. By Babell's brooks we sitt and weep, Come, sing us now a song, say they, If Salem byde not firm in mynd, Let to my roofe my tongue be glew'd, If other joy then her I finde. Lord, think on Edom's race so rude, That thus that daie did whet this nation, Root up, root up her strong foundation. X. MICHAEL DRAYTON. THE MOST EXCELLENT SONG, WHICH WAS SALOMON'S, WHEREIN IS DECLARED THE TRUE AND VNFAINED LOUE BETWEENE CHRIST AND HIS CHURCH, CONTAINING VIII. CHAPTERS. The Fift Chapter. WITHIN my garden plot, I gathered haue the myrrhe and spice With honey, milke, and wine, I haue refresht me here: Eat, drink, my friends, be mery there, Although in slumbering sleepe Open to me the gate, My loue, my heart's delight, My garments are put off, Shal I defile my feet I washt Then fast euen by the dore Then opened I the dore Vnto my loue at last; But all in vain; for why? before My loue was gone and past. There sought I for my loue, Then could I crie and call; The watchmen found me then, Ye daughters of Ierusalem, Tell him that I am sicke for loue; Thou peerelesse gem of price, What is thy loue, what may he be, That doth so far excell? In my beloued's face The rose and lilly striue; His head like finest gold, With secret sweet perfume; His curled locks hang all as black His eies be like to doues' Ywasht with milk, whose collours are Where spice and flowers growe; His hands like rings of gold His legs like pillers strong His mouth it is as sweet, Yea, sweet as sweet may be: Euen such a one is he! Thou fairest of vs all, Whether is thy louer gone? Tell us, and we will goe with thee; Thou shalt not goe alone. THE SONG OF ANNAH FOR THE BRINGING FOORTH OF SAMUEL HER SONNE. The Second Chap. of the Firste Booke of Samuel. My heart doth in the Lord reioice; That liuing Lord of might, |