IX. CANTICLES viii. 1. O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts. of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee. 1. NOME, come; my blessed infant, and immure thee Within the temple of my sacred arms; COME Secure mine arms, mine arms shall then secure thee My folded arms shall turn thy dying cross. 2. But ah! what savage tyrant can behold One smile of thine is worth more mines of treasure 3. O had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, So known thy stock, he had not thought to paddle Illustrious 4., Illustrious babe how is thy handmaid grac'd 5. But must the treason of a traitor's hail These alabaster sides with knotted whips? The blows of scorn, and flurts of base disdain ? 6. Ah! must these dainty little springs*, that twine Ah! must the blessed infant taste the pain 7. Sweet babe! at what dear rates do wretched I And ev'ry jav'lin wounds thy bleeding heart : *Springs; i e. arms. Thy neck; read my neck. S. BONA S. BONAVENT. Soliloq. Cap. 1. O sweet Jesu, I knew not that thy kisses were so sweet, nor thy society so delectable, nor thy attraction so virtuous: : for when I love thee, I am clean; when I touch thee, I am chaste; when I receive thee, I am a virgin. O most sweet Jesu, thy embraces defile not, but cleanse; thy attraction polluteth not, but sanctifieth. O Jesu the fountain of universal sweetness, pardon me that I believed so late, that so much sweetness is in thy embraces. EPIG. 9. My burden's greatest; let not Atlas boast: CANTICLES |