Who's this, that leaning on her friend (Song 18) (Orlando Gibbons)
- Editor: Richard Mix (submitted 2020-11-17). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 33 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 1623 The Hymnes and Songs of the Church (George Wither), no. 18
Original text and translations
1. Who's this, that leaning on her Friend,
Doth from the Wildernesse ascend?
Minde how I raised thee,
Ev'n where thy Mother thee conciev'd,
(Where she that brought thee forth concievd,)
Beneath an Appletree.
2. Me in thy hart, engraven beare,
And Sealelike on thy handwrist weare:
For, Love is strong as Death;
Fierce as the Grave is Jealousie:
The coales thereof doe burning lye;
And furious flames it hath.
5. If that a wall she doe appeare,
We Turrets upon her will reare,
And Pallaces of plate;
And then with boords of Cedarthee Enclose,
and fence her in will we,
If that she be a Gate.
6. A wall already built I am;
And now my Breasts upon the same
Do Turretlike, arise:
Since when, as one that findeth rest,
(And is of setled peace possest)
I seemed in his eyes.
9. Thou, whose abode the Gardens are,
(Thy Fellowes unto thee give eare)
Cause me to heare thy voyce;
And let my Love as swiftly goe,
As doth a Hart or nimble Roe,
Upon the Hills of Spice.