To have it exprest
Even ashes of lovers have no rest.

I also enclose a copy of another poem I have discovered, which appears to
me very curious, and, from the date, written the very year of the visit of
Prince Charles and Buckingham to the court of Spain. Has it ever been
printed, and who is the author?

What sodaine change hath dark't of late
The glory of the Arcadian state?
The fleecy flocks refuse to feede
The Lambes to play, the Ewes to breede
The altars make(s) the offeringes burne
That Jack and Tom may safe returne.

The Springe neglectes his course to keepe,
The Ayre continual stormes do weepe,
The pretty Birdes disdaine to singe,
The Maides to smile, the woods to springe,
The Mountaines droppe, the valleys morne
Till Jack and Tom do safe returne.

What may that be that mov'd this woe?
Whose want afflicts Arcadia so?
The hope of Greece, the proppe of artes,
Was prinly Jack, the joy of hartes.
And Tom was to his Royall Paw
His trusty swayne, his chiefest maw.

The loftye Toppes of Menalus