“MS. Fairfax 40. 257 
Sharp Arrowes shott from Jonathans Bow 
Drunk wt" the blood of Foe 
Nor did Sauls sword rebate a Jott 
Till he’ad his! enimys smote 
[p. 420] How louely-pleasant are you tow 
Death Could not loue disjoyne in you 
Swifter then Eagles w* th’ Ayre peirce 
Both stronge as lions feirce 
Israel’s daughters lement the fall 
Of your valiant Saule 
Who you in Purple & Scarlet deckt 
And did from Foes your land protect 
How pleasant was itt to behold 
Your orniments of Gold 
Thy worthys by the sword, how are 
They thus cutt off in war 
[p. 421] O Jonathan my harts delight 
Slaine in the bloody fight 
Mount Giboa saw the woefull day 
Thou mongst her Rockes ther wounded lay 
How can I Deare Jonathan express 
For thee my sad distress 
Noe Woman’s loue reach’d thatt degree 
As thou once loued mee 
How is the Mighty falne, is Crusht 
And Israels Worthys rould in dust 
[p. 422] Hezekiahs-Songe 
Isaiah 38 
In Cuttinge off my days I said 
Must I goe downe to deaths cold shade 
Youth’s flowre noe sooner Budd but Blast 
Be Cropt and to oblivion cast 
Mongst liuing Lord must | noe more 
Lift vp myn eyes & thee adore 

1 Fairfax has written over this line “his foes had smote.” 
