Expecting quick admittance, to be sure,
But no!
Will’s servant Nathan, with a strait-hair’d head
Unto the window gravely stalked, not ran.
“Master at home?” the Bailiff sweetly said—
“Thou canst not speak to him,” replied the man.
“What,” quoth the Bailiff, “won’t he see me then?”
“Nay,” snuffled Nathan, “let it not thus strike thee;
Know, verily, that William Penn
Hath seen thee, but he doth not like thee.”