THE FIFTH BOOK. I. CANTICLES V. 8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am sick of love. 1.. YOU holy virgins, that so oft surround Y The city's sapphire walls; whose snowy feet Measure the pearly paths of sacred ground, And trace the new Jerus'lem's jasper street; Ah! you whose care-forsaken hearts are crown'd With your best wishes; that enjoy the sweet Of all your hopes; if e'er you chance to spy My absent love, O tell him that I lie Deep-wounded with the flames that furnac'd from his eye. 2. I charge you, virgins, as you hope to hear Tell 3. Tell him, O tell him, how my panting breast Is scorch'd with flames, and how my soul is pin'd; Tell him, O tell him, how I lie opprest With the full torment of a troubled mind; 4. O tell him, that his cruelties deprive My soul of peace, while peace in vain she seeks; Tell him, those damask roses that did strive With white, both fade upon my sallow cheeks; Tell him, no token doth proclaim i live, But tears, and sighs, and sobs, and sudden shrieks; Thus if your piercing words should chance to bore His heark'ning ear, and move a sigh, give o'er To speak; and tell him, tell him, that I could no more. 5. If your elegious* breath should hap' to rouse Elegious; i. e. plaintive, or complaining. S. AU S. AUGUST. Med. Cap. xl. What shall I say ? what shall I do? whither shall I go? where shall I seek him? or when shall I find him? whom shall I ask? who will tell my Beloved, that I am sick of love? GULIEL. in Cap. v. Cant. I live, but not I: it is my Beloved that liveth in me : I love myself, not with my own love, but with the love of my Beloved that loveth me: I love not myself in myself, but myself in him, and him in me. EPIG. 1. Grieve not my soul, nor let thy love wax faint: |