xix. The Churche to the Younglinges.
The Argument.
The
Churche whome no man may wake vp, but her Beloued,
asketh hym continually what she shal doe: And whan
he hath made her an answer, she publysheth it to the Younglynges, syngyng.
My Loue whome in my harte alway
I aske what wurke, he wyll I doe,
Made answer thus without delay,
And louely spake me to:
Aryse, arise.
Vp, vp my Loue, my doue, my frende,
Make haste, whome I haue made so fayer:
And cum to me, I wyll thee sende
My flocke for to repayre.
Aryse, arise.