To visite him, finding the doores say nay;
Being lock'd fast up, first knocks, and then doth pause,
As Lord have mercy on's[115] had bin the cause;
But missing it, he ask't a neighbour by
When the rich Durus' (doors) were lock'd and why?
He said it was a Custome growne of late
At diner time to lock your great man's gate,
Durus' his poor friend admir'd & thought the door
Was not for State lock'd up, but 'gainst the poore,
And thence departing empty of good cheere,