By thee’s kept confined, close shut up in a cell.

He sends you his love, and his very best wish;

Desiring from you wise advice, parrotish.

He fears he may pine, through longing to see

His dear absent friends,—die in foreign countree.

He asks if it is altogether thing fit,

That he should be caged, while you on the trees sit.10

If this is the way in which true friends should act;

Leave him in his cage, while you forests affect.

He wishes you’d call to your mind your lost friend,