Thou snowy Farm with thy five Tenements!

Tell thy white Mistress here was one

That called to pay his daily Rents:

But she agathering Flowers and Hearts is gone,

And thou left void to rude Possession.

But grieve not pretty Ermine Cabinet,

Thy Alabaster Lady will come home;

If not, what Tenant can there fit

The slender turnings of thy narrow Room,

But must ejected be by his own doom?

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 allowed to fiddle with the Case.