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V. [Fairwell! fair saint, may not the seas nor vinds.]

Fairwell! fair saint, may not the seas nor vinds
Swell lyk the hairts and eyeis yow leave behind,
bot calme and gentle lyk the lookes yow beare,
Smylle in yovr face and whisper in yovr eare:
Lett no bold billow ofer to aryse
That it may neirer look vpon hir eyeis,
Lest vind and vave, enamord of hir forme,
may thronge and crovd themselves into a storme.
bot if it be yovr fate wast seas to love,
of my becalmed breast learne how to move:
Move then bot in a gentle lovers pace,
No Wrinkles nor no furrowes in yovr face.
And yow, feirce vinds, sie that yow tell yovr taille
In such a breath as may bot fill hir saill:
That whilst yow both doe covrt your severall waye
yow may hir saiflie to hir port convey,
And loosse hir in a noble waye of woving,
whilst both contributes to yovr owne vndoing.