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 cancel th' old.

In Heaven at his manor 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 thieves and murderers: there I him espied,
     Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died.

by George Herbert 1593-1633
source: The Poetical Works Of George Herbert, ed. George Gilfillan. Edinburgh: James Nichol, 1853

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