HAving been tenant long to a rich Lord,
	     Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
	     And make a suit unto him, to afford
A new small-rented lease, and cancell th’ old.

In heaven at his manour I him sought:
	     They told me there, that he was lately gone
	     About some land, which he had dearly bought
Long since on earth, to take possession.

I straight return’d, and knowing his great birth,
	     Sought him accordingly in great resorts;
	     In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts:
At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth

	     Of theeves and murderers: there I him espied,
	     Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, & died.