Thou snowy Farme with thy five Tenements!
Tell thy white Mistris here was one
That call'd to pay his dayly Rents:
But she a gathering Flow'rs and Hearts is gone,
And thou left void to rude Possession.

But grieve not pretty Ermin Cabinet,
Thy Alabaster Lady will come home;
If not, what Tenant can there fit
The slender turnings of thy narrow Roome,
But must ejected be by his owne doome?

Then give me leave to leave my Rent with thee;
Five kisses, one unto a place:
For though the Lute's too high for me;
Yet Servants, knowing Minikin nor Base,
Are still allow'd to fiddle with the Case.