ABSTRACT
I heare, that as your Lordship foretold in your Letter, my Royal Tenant is departed. It seems the Fates did not think it fit that I should have the Honor, which indeed I never much desyred, to be the Landlord of a Queene. It is pitty that she lived not a few Houres more to dye upon her Weddingday, and that there is not as good a Poet to make her Epitaph, as Doctor Donne, who wrote her Epithalamium upon that Day unto St Valentine.
