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one hundred and twenty five couplets and thirty five quatrains) 
E. B. Reed, 
Vnder my head his left hand stretched out 
And wt his Right h’ imbraceth me about 
O Zions daughters I strictly you adiure 
By the swift Hynde & fearfull Roe be sure 
Noe stir by noyse you make for to disease 
Or wake my loue before the time he please 
Behold I hear his Voyce o’re Hills & Downes 
My loue Comes skiping ouer Mounts & bounds 
Like th’ Hart or nimble Fawne & triping Roe 
Standing behind our Wall Behold him Loe 
Through trelest windows how he looketh out 
His Church wt' watchfull care he vews about 
Thus speaking to me I my loue did heare 
Arise my faire one Come away my deare 
Lo winters past wt her stormy showers 
Th’ Earth now shew’s her various coulred flowrs 
Chirping of birds a signe the spring grows near 
We in the land the mourning Turtle heare 
The Figg-tree budding green her Figgs disclose 
The tender Grapes of Vines smell as the Rose 
Arise my faire one Come away my loue 
Whom Cliffy Rocks doe hid Come out my Doue 
Shew me thy Face myn eares let thy Voyce meet 
Thy Countinance is Comely, Voyce most Sweet 
Take th’ Fox & little Foxes in thy Toyles 
That thus our tender grapes & Vinyard spoyles 
My deare is myne & I am his who ’monge 
The Lillyes feed till shades of Night be gone 
Turne my beloued turne like th’ Roe that trips 
Or nimble Hinde that in Mount Bether skips. 
Honny dropps. 
(Under this title Fairfax has written 
Why good men haite all sin ‘tis understood 
Because tis both gainst god and ther owne good 
To walke wtt god tis goodmen’s care we see 
But leaves the Care to god wth way ’t should be 
