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