Redemption: A Poem by George Herbert

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 possessiòn.

I straight returned, and knowing his great birth,

    Sought him accordingly in great resorts;

    In cities, theaters, 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.