MS. Fairfax 40. 257 



Sharp Arrowes shott from Jonathans Bow 

 Drunk w''' 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 Gil^oa saw the woefuU 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 1 Hezekiahs-Songe 



Isaiali 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 obliuion cast 



Mongst lining Lcjrd must 1 noe more 



Lift vp myn eyes & thee adore 



' Fairfiix has written over tliis line " iiis foes liad smote." 



