Classic Poem

We envy Shropshire now, since it of late
Doth you impropriate,
Not letting us have the least share in you,
To whom a part is due.

We wish your Buckland-house a palace were
That we might see you there;
For since the time that you went hence away,
We not ourselves enjoy.
In losing you we lose our better part,
And now we have no heart.
Or quick'n us with your presence as before,
Or else we languish and can live no more.