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His remaining ten years at court, where 



Cards and dice, with Venus vice, 

 And 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, 



Wliich 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 wuys; his foreboding the parson's death, and 

 foreseeing new charges about to be made for tithes, 



I spyd, if parson died, 



(All hope in vain) to hope for gain, 



I might go dance; 



Once rid my hand, of pars' nag e land, 

 Hence, by-and-by, away went I 

 To London straight, to hope and wait 



For better chance. 



