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HAppie is the soule, which departing from the earthly bodie goeth direct∣lie into heauen: secure it is and qui∣et, and feareth neither enimie nor death. For it enioieth continuallie thy presence, O God, & vncessantlie beholdeth the most glorious Lord, whome she hath serued and loued, and whom now at the length full ioifullie and glori∣ouslie
she hath attained vnto.
And this glorie of so great blessednesse, neither time shall diminish, nor anie wicked person take awaie. The daughters of Zion haue seene hir, and counted hir blessed; euen the Queenes and the concubines haue praised hir, saieng: Who is she that commeth vp out of the desert, abounding in pleasure, leaning vpon hir welbeloued? Who is she that looketh foorth as the morning; faire as the Moone; pure as the Sunne; terrible as an armie with banners? How cheerefullie goeth she out, hastneth, runneth, when all amazed shee heareth hir beloued saieng vnto hir on this wise: Arise my loue, my faire one, and come awaie. For behold, the winter now is past, the raine is changed and gone a∣waie, the flouds appeere in our earth, the time of the singing of the bird is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig-tree hath brought foorth hir yong figs, and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour. Arise my loue, my faire one, and come awaie; my doue that art in the holes of the rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shew me thy sight; let me heare thy voice, for thy voice is sweet, and thy sight comelie. Come awaie my chosen, my faire one, my doue, mine vnspotted one, my spouse, come a∣waie, and I will put thee into my bed-chamber, be∣cause I haue longed after thy beautie. Come awaie, that thou maist triumph in my presence with mine Angels, whose companie I haue promised thee. After manie perils and labour come awaie, enter into thy maisters ioie, the which no man shall take from thee,