Sir John Suckling

He went into France, where after sometime, being come to bottom of his funds, reflecting on the miserable and despicable condition he should be reduced to, having nothing left to maintain him, he (having a convenience for that purpose, lying at an apothecary's house in Paris) took some poison, which killed him miserably with vomiting. He was buried in the protestant churchyard. This was (to the best of my remembrance) 1646.