---

Jonathan Swift - The Garden Plot
Work rating: Low

When Naboth`s vineyard look`d so fine,
The king cried out, "Would this were mine!"
And yet no reason could prevail
To bring the owner to a sale.
Jezebel saw, with haughty pride,
How Ahab grieved to be denied;
And thus accosted him with scorn:
"Shall Naboth make a monarch mourn?
A king, and weep! The ground`s your own;
I`ll vest the garden in the crown."
With that she hatch`d a plot, and made
Poor Naboth answer with his head;
And when his harmless blood was spilt,
The ground became his forfeit guilt.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.