Good, Great, Holy, Black Friday

Here's a little George Herbert for you:

Redemption

Having been tenant long to a rich Lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
And make a suit unto him, to afford
A new small-rented lease, and cancel th' old.

In heaven at his manour I him sought:
They told me there, that he was lately gone
About some land, which he had dearly bought
Long since on earth, to take possession.

I straight return'd, and knowing his great birth,
Sought him accordingly in great resorts;
In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts:
At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth

Of thieves and murderers: there I him espied,
Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died.

I love Herbert's poems... this one is pretty straightforward compared to others of his, but I thought it was beautiful, nonetheless.

And now, in case you aren't sure what happens next: SPOILER ALERT.