260 E. B. Reed, 



Vnder my head his left hand stretched out 

 And w''^ his Right h' imbraceth me about 



[p. 436J 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 w^^ 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 w"' her stormy showers 

 Th' Earth now shew's her various coulred flowrs 

 Chirping of birds a signe the spring grows near 



[p. 437] 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 Done 

 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 spo3des 

 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 Bother skips. 



[p. 480] Honny dropps. 



(Under this title Fairfax has written 

 one liundred and twenty five couplets and thirty live quatrains) 



Why good men haite all sin 'tis understood 

 Because tis both gainst god and ther owne good 



To walke w'*^ god tis goodmen's care we see 

 But leaves the Care to god w^^ way 't should be 



