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His remaining ten years at court, where 



Curtis and dice, with Venus' vice, 

 A nd peevish pride, from virtue wide, 



With some so wrought, 

 That Tyburn play, made them away, 



Or beggars state. 



His residing in Suffolk, as a farmer, 



To moil and toil, 

 With loss and pain, to little gain, 

 To cram Sir Knave; 



his removal to near Dereham Abbey, which he left, (though 

 stored with flesh and fish) from the squabbles and brawls of 

 lord with lord; the death of the worthy Sir Richard Southwell, 



— that jewel great, 



Which op'd his door to rich and poor, 

 So bounteously, — 



on whose decease he was left to sink or swim; his removal to 

 Salisbury, as a singing man ; thence 



With sickness worn, as one forlorn, 



he removed to a parsonage house in Essex, to collect tithes, 

 in its miry ways; his foreboding the parson's death, and 

 foreseeing new charges about to be made for tithes, 



/ spg'd, if parson died, 



(All hope in vain) to hope for gain, 



I might go dance ; 

 Once rid my hand, of parsnagc land, 

 Hence, by-and-by, away went I 

 To London straight, to hope and wait 



For better chance. 



