Come kiss me with those lips of Thine;
for, better are Thy loves than wine.
And, as the poured ointments be,
such is the savour of Thy Name:
and, for the sweetness of the same,
the Virgins are in love with Thee.
[Begin but Thou to draw me on,
and then I after Thee will run:
oh King, Thy chambers bring me to;
so, I in Thee delight shall find,
and more than wine Thy love will mind;
and love Thee, as the righteous do.]
