Tarry sweete love

Tarry sweete love,
harke how the winds doe murmure at your Flyghte.
See how the trees in order growe,
the coole earth shodoinge belowe;
see the wanton streames how they playe by the banke side.
Then Stay in hope my lighte, my Joye, my life, my soule;
heere may you safe abide.
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