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  • 1. The Ballet of Ballettes of Solomon, called in Latin, Canticum Canticorum. [Song of Solomon]
  • 2. O that he would kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wine,
  • 3. 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.
  • 4. 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.
  • 5. 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.
  • 6. 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.
  • 7. 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?
  • 8. 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.
  • 9. Unto the hoast of Pharaos charets haue I compared thee, O my loue.
  • 10. Thy cheekes and thy necke is beautifull as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels,
  • 11. a neckband of golde wyll we make thee, with siluer buttons.
  • 12. When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus:
  • 13. a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes:
  • 14. a cluster of Camphire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me.
  • 15. Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
  • 16. O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou? Our bed is dect with flowres,
  • 17. the seelinges of our house are of Cedar tree, and our crosse ioyntes of Cipresse.