ntly turned, that it will doubtedly give
pleasure to our readers to peruse it.

MADAM,

'In this common joy at Penshurst[1], I know, none to whom complaints
may come less unseasonable than to your ladyship, the loss of a
bedfellow, being almost equal to that of a mistress, and therefore you
ought, at least, to pardon, if you consent not to the imprecations of
the deserted, which just Heaven no doubt will hear. May my lady
Dorothy, if we may yet call her so, suffer as much, and have the like
passion for this young lord, whom she has preferred to the rest of
mankind, as others have had for her; and may his love, before the year
go about, make her taste of the first curse imposed upon womankind,
the pains of becoming a mother. May her first born be none of her own
sex, nor so like her, but that he may resemble her lord, as much as
herself. May she, that always affected silence and retirement, have
the house filled with the noise and number of her children, and
hereafter of her grand-children; and then may she arrive at that great
curse, so much declined by fair ladies, old age; may she live to be
very old, and yet seem young; be told so by her glass, and have no
aches to inform her of the truth; and when she shall appear to be
mortal, may her lord not mourn for her, but go hand in hand with her
to that place, where we are told there is neither marrying, nor giving
in marriage, that being there divorced, we may all have an equal
interest in her again! my revenge being immortal, I wish all this may
befall her posterity to the world's end, and afterwards! To you,
madam, I wish all good things, and that this loss may, in good time,
be happily supplied, with a more constant bedfellow of the other sex.
Madam, I humbly kiss your hands, and beg pardon for this trouble, from

'Your ladyship's
'most humble servant,
'E. WALLER.'

He lived to converse with lady Sunderland when she was very old, but
his imprecations relating to her glass did not succeed, for my lady
knew she had the disease which nothing but death could cure; and in a
conversation with Mr. Waller, and some other company at lady
Wharton's, she asked him in raillery, 'When, Mr. Waller, will you
write such fine verses upon me again?' 'Oh Madam,' said he, 'when your
ladyship is as young again.'

In the year 1640, Mr. Waller was returned Burgess for Agmondesham, in
which Parliament he opposed the court measures. The writer of his life
observes[2], 'that an int