The fourth Canticle

WHat's he that from the Desert, there,
Doth like those smoaky pillers come,
Which from the Incense, and the Myrrhe,
And, all the Merchant-spices fume?
His bed (which loe is Solomons)
Threescore stout men about it stand:
They are of Israels valiant Ones;
And all of them with Swords in hand.

All those are men expert in fight:
And each one on his thigh doth weare
A Sword; that terrors of the night
May be forbid from comming there.
King Solomon a goodly place
With trees of Libanon did reare:
Each Piller of it Siluer was;
And Gold, the bases of them were.

With purple couer'd he the same:
And all the pauement (thoroughout.)
Oh Daughters of Ierusalem,
For you, which Charity is wrought.
Come Syon daughters, come away:
And crowned with his Diadem
King Solomon behold you may.
That crowne, his Mother set on him,
When he a married man was made,
And in his heart contentment had.