2280And gen'ral silence human tongues did clog
Locking all senses up with lethargy)
Stepp'd to his purses, and began to think
How he should order his belovèd chink.
He'd hang his lodge with arras weaved with gold
That his successor there might sleep in state,
Or else if some revenues would be sold
He'd give them Darwey, bought at any rate
That all the nuns with prayers and holy names
Might fetch his soul from out the purging flames.