A
Paraphrase
on
the
CANTICLES
.
CHAP.
I.
(
1
)
WIlt
thou
deny
the
bounty
of
a
Kiss
,
And
see
me
languish
for
the
Melting
bliss
?
More
sweet
to
me
than
bright
delicious
Wine
,
Prest
from
the
Purple
clusters
of
the
Vine
:
As
Fragrant
too
as
Ointments
poured
forth
,
Are
the
loud
Eccho's
of
thy
matchless
worth
;
Which
makes
the
Virgins
,
kindled
by
thy
fame
,
Wish
to
expire
in
the
Celestial
Flame
:
Come
then
,
display
thy
Lovely
Face
,
and
we
,
Drawn
by
resistless
Charmes
,
will
follow
thee
;
Into
thy
Royal
Chambers
brought
,
where
I
,
May
see
my
Lord
,
and
fear
no
Witness
by
.
I'm
black
,
tis
true
,
for
scorching
in
the
Sun
;
I
kept
anothers
Vine
,
and
left
my
own
;
But
tho
thus
Clouded
,
the
reflecting
Face
Of
my
Bright
Love
shall
all
this
blackness
chase
.
Say
then
my
Dear
,
much
dearer
than
my
Soul
;
Where
feed
thy
Milky
Flocks
?
Unto
what
cool
Refreshing
Shade
dost
thou
resort
?
least
I
Should
(
as
I
languish
)
in
thy
absence
dye
:
Say
,
Lovely
Shepherd
,
say
,
What
happy
Streams
Are
gilded
now
with
thy
Illustrious
Beams
?
(
2
)
I'll
tell
thee
,
Fairest
of
all
Women
,
how
,
Thou
maist
my
most
frequented
Pastures
know
.
Follow
the
Footsteps
of
my
Flocks
,
and
there
I
will
not
fail
to
Meet
my
Charming
Fair
.
Whom
I
,
as
Mistress
of
my
Flocks
will
Grace
,
And
on
her
Brows
immortal
Garlands
Place
.
(
3
)
The
while
my
Spicknard
shall
ascend
,
and
Greet
My
Charmer
with
its
Tributary
Sweet
:
Then
,
all
the
Night
,
upon
my
Panting
Breast
,
As
Fragrant
Mirrh
;
let
my
Beloved
Rest
.
So
Sweet
he
is
,
that
Mirrh
,
nor
Cypress
ere
With
such
Delicious
Breathings
fill'd
the
Air
.
When
thy
Two
Lovely
Eyes
Inflame
my
Heart
,
It
leaps
for
Ioy
,
and
meets
th'
unerring
Dart
.
(
4
)
Oh
thou
more
Fair
,
more
vastly
bright
,
then
all
The
World
did
ever
Bright
,
or
Glorious
call
:
My
Verdant
Love
still
flourishing
,
to
thee
Shall
sixt
,
as
our
Eternal
Mansions
be
.
CHAP.
II
.
(
1
)
AT
thy
Approach
,
my
Cheek
with
Blushes
glows
,
And
Conscious
warmth
,
which
with
Thee
comes
and
goes
;
Like
the
Pale
Lilly
joyn'd
to
Sharon's-Rose
;
And
Thorns
to
them
I
sooner
would
compare
,
Then
other
Beauties
to
my
Darling
Fair
.
(
2
)
And
I
as
soon
would
rank
a
Fruitful
Tree
With
barren
shrubs
,
as
Mortal
clods
with
thee
.
Beneath
thy
Shade
,
blest
,
to
my
wish
,
I
sate
,
And
of
thy
Royal
Banquet
freely
eat
;
Whilst
o'r
my
head
a
Banner
was
display'd
:
In
which
,
oh
Melting
Sight
,
the
God
of
Love
did
Bleed
.
Excess
of
Pleasure
will
my
Soul
destroy
;
I'm
ev'n
opprest
with
the
Tyrannick
Joy
:
Oh
therefore
turn
thy
Lovely
Eyes
away
;
(
Yet
do
not
,
for
I
die
unless
they
stay
.
)
I
faint
,
I
faint
;
alas
!
no
Mortal
yet
,
With
eyes
undazled
half
this
Splendor
met
:
But
sure
I
cannot
sink
,
upheld
by
Thee
;
So
would
I
rest
unto
Eternity
.
And
now
I
charge
you
,
Virgins
,
not
to
make
The
least
disturbance
,
till
my
Love
awake
,
(
3
)
What
Charming
Voice
is
that
Salutes
my
Ear
?
It
must
be
my
Beloved's
;
he
is
near
:
He
is
,
and
yet
unfriendly
stays
without
:
He
stays
,
as
if
he
did
a
Wellcome
doubt
.
But
hark
,
methinks
I
hear
him
softly
say
;
Arise
my
Fair
,
arise
,
and
come
away
!
For
loe
the
Stormy
Winter's
past
and
gone
;
And
Summer
,
Drest
in
all
her
Pride
,
comes
on
:
The
Warbling
Birds
in
Airy
Raptures
Sing
Their
glad
Pindaricks
to
the
Wellcome-Spring
:
The
Fig-Trees
sprout
,
the
Chearful
Vines
look
Gay
;
Arise
my
Lovely
Fair
,
and
come
away
!
Come
Forth
,
my
Dove
,
my
Charming
Innocence
;
How
canst
thou
Fear
while
I
am
thy
Defence
?
(
4
)
Do
thou
the
Spightful
Foxes
then
Destroy
,
That
would
my
Young
Aspiring
Vines
Annoy
.
Not
for
the
World
would
I
exchange
my
Bliss
,
While
my
Beloved's
Mine
,
and
I
am
His
.
And
till
the
break
of
that
Eternal
Day
,
Whose
Rising
Sun
shall
chase
the
Shades
away
;
Turn
,
my
Beloved
,
turn
again
;
and
thy
Dear
sight
shall
make
the
lazy
Moments
fly
.
CHAP.
III
.
TWas
in
the
deadness
of
a
Gloomy
Night
,
My
Love
,
more
pleasant
than
the
wishtfor
Light
,
O're
all
my
Bed
I
vainly
sought
;
for
there
My
Arms
could
Grasp
no
more
than
empty
air
:
Griev'd
with
my
Loss
,
through
all
the
streets
I
rove
,
And
every
Ear
with
soft
Complaints
I
move
:
Then
to
the
Watch
,
Impatient
,
thus
I
Cry
;
Tell
me
,
O
tell
!
Did
not
my
Love
pass
by
?
When
loe
,
a
Glimpse
of
my
approaching
Lord
,
A
Heaven
of
Ioy
did
to
my
Soul
afford
:
So
the
dark
Souls
consin'd
to
endless
Night
,
Would
smile
,
and
wellcome-in
a
beam
of
Light
.
I
Clasps
him
,
just
as
meeting
Lovers
wou'd
,
That
had
the
stings
of
Absence
understood
:
I
held
him
fast
,
and
Centring
in
his
Breast
,
My
ravish'd
Soul
found
her
desired
Rest
.
Him
to
my
Mothers
House
I
did
convey
;
Humble
it
was
,
and
yet
he
deign'd
to
stay
.
And
now
I
charge
you
,
Virgins
,
not
to
make
The
least
disturbance
,
till
my
Love
awake
.
(
Bridegroom
.
)
Glorious
as
Titan
,
from
the
Eastern
Seas
A
Beauty
comes
from
yon
dark
Wilderness
:
So
Sacred
Incense
proudly
rises
up
In
cloudy
Pillars
of
perfumed
smoak
:
Compounded
Spices
of
the
greatest
cost
Could
ne'r
such
Aromatick
sweetness
boast
.
(
Bride
.
)
The
Shining
Courts
of
Princely
Solomon
Were
nobly
crowded
with
a
Warlike
Train
:
All
Arm'd
compleatly
,
all
Expert
in
Fight
,
To
Guard
him
from
the
Terrors
of
the
Night
.
A
Chariot
Royal
too
himself
he
had
;
Its
Pillars
of
refined
Silver
made
:
The
Seats
of
Gold
,
fair
Purple
Clouds
above
;
And
,
all
the
bottom
,
softly
pav'd
with
Love
.
But
loe
,
a
Prince
then
Solomon
,
more
great
;
On
whom
vast
Toops
of
shining
Angels
wait
:
His
Crown
more
bright
,
and
fixt
,
than
that
which
shone
Upon
the
Nuptial
brows
of
Solomon
.
CHAP.
IV
.
(
Bridegroom
.
)
THo
all
the
lower
World
should
ransackt
be
,
There
could
be
found
no
parallel
for
thee
:
Thy
Eyes
like
Doves
,
thy
fair
intangling
Locks
,
Curl'd
,
and
soft
as
Gileads
Milky
Flocks
:
Like
them
thy
Pearly
Teeth
appear
,
for
so
Unsully'd
from
the
Christal
Streams
they
go
.
But
oh
!
To
what
may
I
thy
Lips
compare
?
Since
fragrant
Roses
Bloom
not
half
so
fair
.
The
Morning
ne'r
with
such
a
Crimson
blusht
,
When
from
the
Arms
of
sooty
Night
she
rusht
.
The
ripe
Pomgranates
Scarlets
are
but
faint
,
To
those
fresh
Beauties
that
thy
Cheeks
do
paint
.
Thy
Neck
and
Breasts
,
in
Whiteness
,
do
out-goe
Ungather'd
Lillies
,
or
descending
Snow
.
And
till
the
dawn
of
that
expected
Day
,
When
all
my
Radiant
Glories
I
display
,
And
Chase
,
at
once
,
the
Injurious
Shades
away
:
I'll
on
the
Hills
of
Frankincense
reside
,
And
pass
the
time
with
thee
my
Charming
Bride
;
My
Love
,
in
whom
such
vast
perfections
meet
,
As
renders
her
transcendently
compleat
:
Then
,
come
with
me
,
from
Lebanon
,
my
Spouse
,
O
come
,
and
look
beyond
this
Scene
of
woes
:
Thou
may'st
,
and
yet
it
is
but
darkly
,
see
The
bright
abodes
I
have
prepar'd
for
thee
:
So
sweet
she
looks
,
that
in
blest
Transports
I
,
Meet
the
believing
glances
of
her
eye
;
My
All
on
Earth
,
my
Sister
,
and
my
Spouse
;
Whom
,
from
a
Vast
Etornity
I
chose
:
Not
Golden
Goblets
,
Crown'd
with
noble
Wine
E're
gave
such
Elevating
Ioys
as
Thine
;
Such
,
as
the
soft
expressions
of
thy
Love
;
So
much
those
dear
,
those
charming
accents
move
.
My
Love
is
like
a
Flowry
Mansion
Wall'd
,
Or
some
reserved
Chrystal
Fountain
seal'd
;
Whose
Waves
,
untouch't
,
through
secret
Channels
slide
,
Untainted
,
as
the
Silver
Streams
,
that
glide
From
Heaven
,
assaulting
Lebanon
;
and
fair
,
As
Beauteous
Edens
Gilded
Currents
were
.
(
Bride
.
)
Were
I
a
Garden
,
every
Flower
in
me
Should
proudly
yield
their
conscious
Sweets
to
thee
,
The
ruddy
fruits
should
thy
arrival
great
,
And
Smile
,
and
gently
bend
,
thy
Lips
to
meet
.
Bridegroom
.
So
strongly
thy
kind
Invitations
move
,
I
will
my
Garden
see
,
my
Garden
,
and
my
Love
.
Not
Hybla's
Hives
such
precious
Sweets
can
yield
,
Nor
Clusters
brought
from
rich
Engady's
Field
,
Which
,
to
my
lips
,
I'll
raise
with
eager
hast
;
My
Lips
that
long'd
the
Heavenly
Fruit
to
tast
.
CHAP.
V.
THe
Night
her
blackest
Vestments
had
put
on
,
And
all
the
fair
remains
of
day
were
gone
:
When
my
dear
Lord
,
as
he
had
oft
before
,
With
Speed
and
Love
approach'd
the
bolted
Door
:
Arise
,
my
Love
,
he
cries
,
and
with
a
Voice
,
Divinely
charming
,
pleads
his
entrance
thus
;
My
Spouse
,
my
Sister
,
and
my
fairest
Love
,
(
Believing
,
sure
,
that
Dialect
would
move
;
)
Arise
,
for
loaden
with
the
Midnight
Dew
,
Disorder'd
,
all
my
streaming
Tresses
flew
:
I
knew
the
Voice
,
the
moving
Eloquence
;
But
ah
!
deluded
by
my
drowsie
sence
;
Careless
,
and
Soft
,
upon
a
Mossy
Bed
,
I
lean'd
Supine
,
with
Odorous
Roses
spread
;
And
long
,
with
weak
Excuses
,
did
delay
,
Amazing
him
at
my
unwonted
stay
.
Mov'd
,
with
his
Patience
,
my
relenting
Breast
,
Forgetting
now
to
say
,
I
am
Undrest
.
Unto
the
Door
,
at
length
,
I
rusht
,
in
spite
Of
Darkness
,
and
the
Terrors
of
the
Night
;
With
Rage
,
to
break
the
guilty
Bars
I
try'd
,
Which
Entrance
to
my
Lord
so
long
deny'd
:
But
found
the
dear
resenting
Charmer
fled
,
I
curs'd
my
Sloth
,
and
curs'd
my
conscious
Bed
.
Yet
such
a
fragrant
Sweetness
fill'd
the
Air
From
his
dear
Hands
,
I
thought
he
had
still
been
there
.
I
call'd
aloud
,
still
hoping
he
was
near
,
And
louder
still
,
but
Ah
!
he
wou'd
not
hear
.
Then
thro'
the
Streets
,
distracted
with
my
Grief
I
wildly
roving
,
begg'd
of
all
,
relief
.
At
last
I
met
th'
ungentle
Watch
,
and
they
Deride
my
Tears
,
and
force
my
Veil
away
.
Ye
tender
Virgins
!
you
that
know
the
pain
A
Breast
so
soft
as
mine
must
needs
sustain
,
Robb'd
of
the
once
kind
Partner
of
my
Fires
,
And
still
dear
Object
of
my
rackt
desires
;
I
charge
you
,
if
you
meet
my
absent
Love
,
With
all
the
Rhetorick
of
our
Sex
,
to
move
His
deafn'd
Ears
;
and
tell
him
,
with
a
Sigh
,
Deep
as
my
Wounds
,
ah
tell
him
how
I
dy
.
—
Perhaps
that
Tragick
Word
may
force
the
dear
Relentless
Author
of
my
Grief
to
hear
.
Daughters
of
Jerusalem
.
What
thy
Beloved
is
,
we
first
wou'd
know
,
Fairest
of
Women
!
thou
dost
charge
us
so
.
What
Charms
unequal'd
in
him
dost
thou
see
,
Impatient
Fair
!
to
raise
these
Storms
in
thee
?
Sponsa
.
Commencing
all
Perfection
,
he
is
such
Your
most
exalted
Thoughts
can
hardly
touch
,
Unsully'd
heaps
of
Snow
are
not
so
white
,
He's
Fairer
than
condensed
Beams
of
Light
.
His
Rosy
Cheeks
of
such
a
lucent
Dy
,
As
Sol
ne're
gilded
on
the
morning
Sky
.
His
Head
like
polish'd
Gold
,
his
graceful
Hair
,
Dark
as
the
Plumes
that
jetty
Ravens
wear
.
His
Eyes
,
the
endless
Magazines
of
Love
,
How
soft
!
how
sweet
!
how
powerfully
they
move
!
He
breathes
more
sweetness
than
the
Infant
Morn
,
When
Heavenly
Dews
the
Flowry
Plains
Adorn
.
The
Fragrant
Drops
of
Rich
Arabian
Gums
Burnt
on
the
Altar
,
yield
not
such
Perfumes
.
His
Hands
,
surpassing
Lillies
,
grac'd
with
Gems
Fit
to
Enrich
Coelestial
Diadems
.
His
Breast
smooth
Ivory
,
Enamel'd
all
With
Veins
,
which
Saphirs
'twere
unjust
to
call
Divine
his
Steps
,
with
his
Majestick
Air
,
Not
ev'n
the
Lofty
Cedars
can
compare
.
So
sweet
his
Voice
,
the
listning
Angels
throng
With
silent
Harps
to
th'
Musick
of
his
Tongue
,
—
He's
altogether
—
Lovely
,
This
is
He
,
Now
,
Virgins
!
Pity
,
tho'
you
envy
Me
.
CHAP.
VI
.
(
Virgins
.
)
BUt
where
,
ah
where
can
this
bright
wonder
be
For
,
till
we
see
Him
,
we
are
all
on
Fire
;
We'll
find
Him
out
,
or
in
the
search
Expire
.
(
Bride
.
)
If
my
Prophetick
Hopes
can
rightly
guess
,
The
Lovely
Wanderer
in
his
GARDEN
is
Among
the
Lillies
,
and
the
Spices
;
He
Is
now
perhaps
kindly
expecting
Me
;
Oh
'tis
a
Heaven
of
Ioy
to
think
him
Mine
.
(
Bridegroom
.
)
And
who
can
see
those
Eyes
and
not
be
thine
?
Thy
Face
,
where
all
the
Conquering
Graces
meet
;
Where
Majesty
doth
Virgin-softness
greet
:
Ah
turn
away
those
Fair
Approachless
Eyes
;
I
Love
,
but
cannot
bear
the
kind
Surprize
.
Hide
,
hide
the
intangling
glories
of
thy
Hair
;
More
bright
than
Streams
of
Fluid
Silver
are
:
Expose
no
more
thy
Pearly
Teeth
,
the
while
Those
Rosie
Cheeks
put
on
kind
looks
and
smile
:
Such
genuine
charmes
,
how
strongly
they
allure
My
Soul
,
and
all
their
rivalls
beams
obscure
.
They'r
numberless
,
my
Spouse
,
my
Darling
Fair
;
But
one
,
the
Choice
,
and
all
her
Mother
bare
.
The
Royal
Beauties
saw
,
the
blest
the
Sight
;
And
Setting
,
wonder'd
at
a
Star
so
Bright
.
Who
is't
,
they
say
,
Fair
as
the
breaking
Morn
,
When
ruddy
beams
the
bashful
Skys
adorn
?
Clear
as
the
Lamp
that
Gilds
the
Sable
Night
;
Dazling
as
Sols
unsufferable
Light
:
Gentle
,
but
awfull
,
as
a
Scene
of
War
;
At
once
her
Graces
conquer
and
Indear
.
And
could'st
thou
think
,
my
Love
,
I
e're
design'd
To
leave
a
Spouse
so
Beautiful
and
Kind
?
I
went
but
down
into
the
Almond-grove
,
A
Lone-recess
,
indulgent
to
my
Love
;
Thence
rang'd
the
pleasant
Vale
,
whose
Spreading
Vine
May
quit
my
care
perhaps
with
Bounteous
Wine
:
Where
the
Pomgranets
Blooming-Fruits
display
More
Sanguine-Colours
then
the
Wings
of
Day
:
Or
e're
I
was
aware
,
my
happy
Eyes
Met
Thee
,
a
Juster
Object
of
surprize
;
Fair
as
a
Vision
breaking
from
the
Skyes
:
Scarce
could
my
Breast
my
leaping
heart
retain
;
Scarce
could
my
Soul
the
unweildy
Joy
sustain
,
When
I
beheld
those
Wellcome
Eyes
again
.
But
why
that
Discontent
upon
the
Brow
?
Thou
wilt
not
leave
me
,
Cruel
Beauty
,
now
!
Injurious
Charmer
,
stay
—
What
needs
this
Art
,
To
try
the
Faith
of
a
Too-constant
heart
:
Return
again
;
let
my
Companions
see
The
Sweet
Inspirer
of
my
Flames
in
Thee
.
Return
,
my
Dear
,
return
,
and
shew
the
most
Victorious
Face
that
e're
the
World
could
boast
.