Arise thou North-winde (Song 14)

1. Arise thou Northwinde from the North, And from the South, thou Southwind blow: Upon my Garden breath yee forth, That to my spices (there I growe,) From thence abundantly may flowe. And to thy Garden come my Deare, To eat thy fruits of pleasure there. 2. My Sister, and espoused Peere, Unto my Garden I am come: My Spice I gather'd with my Myrrhe: I ate my Hony in the Combe, And drunke my Wine with Milke among. Come Friends, and Bestbelov'd of me, Come, eate, and drinke, and merry be. 3. I slept, but yet my heart did wake: It is my Love I knocking hear: It was his Voice, and thus he spake: Come open unto me, my Deare, My Love,