The Doleful lamentation of Thomas Dangerfield who was lately apprehended and imprisoned in Newgate, for high misdemeaner &c. : to the tune of 'Tis for mine own offence I must dye. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A36278 of text R33459 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D1838). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A36278 Wing D1838 ESTC R33459 13356305 ocm 13356305 99245 2248525675

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A36278) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 99245) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1548:31) The Doleful lamentation of Thomas Dangerfield who was lately apprehended and imprisoned in Newgate, for high misdemeaner &c. : to the tune of 'Tis for mine own offence I must dye. 1 broadside. Printed for J. Huzzey, London : 1685. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Dangerfield, Thomas, 1650?-1685 -- Poetry. eebo The doleful lamentation of Thomas Dangerfield, who was lately apprehended and imprisoned in Newgate, for high misdemeaner &c. To the tune of 'Tis for [no entry] 1685 1 473 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2008-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Doleful Lamentation Of Thomas Dangerfield , who was lately apprehended and Imprisoned in Newgate , for High Misdemeaner , &c. To the Tune of 'T is for mine own offence I must Dye . I. Mark well my words you Country Men , And Loyal Subjects all , And take Example now by me , To shun a dreadful fall . My Name 's unhappy Dangerfield , In Prison I am fast , And all my great Designs are turn'd To sorrow now at last . II. In England I was born and bred , And Educate at School : But all the Labour was but lost , Since I grew up a Fool : Altho' GOD doth Govern all things , According to his Will , He never yet did bring to pass An Action that was ill . III. When men resist the Motions , and Convictions of the Truth , And follow all the fond Delights That 's incident to Youth , The GOD of TRUTH departs from them , And leaves them to their sin ; And then the subtile Serpent doth Ensnare them in his Jen. IV. I by degrees of sin did climb The steps of Wickedness ; Which now ( alass ) hath brought poor me To wooful great distress : I was unfaithful to my GOD , And Trayterous to my KING , And I was ready ( on a call ) To every Evil Thing . V. My Vices they were manifold , My Company was evil ; I us'd a Thousand wild conceits , To run me to the Devil . I turn'd a Coiner by my Trade , And Mountibank of State , For which I 'm grieved at the Heart , Though now it be too late . VI. Now I 'm inclos'd in Prison close , Secur'd in Walls of Stone ; I languish without Remedy , Relief I can have none . My Senses are my sorrows sluce , The Flood-gates of my shame , And all my cruel Comforters Add Fewel to my Flame . VII . O were I at my Liberty ( As I have been before ) I never would prove Treacherous , Nor run on such a score . But now my Lamentation's late , My Sighs they are in vain ; Nor can I entertain a thought To be set free again . VIII . You Spirits brave that live at ease , Yet never are content , But still will be a medling With State and Parliament : Leave off your high and great Designs , And change your minds with speed , It is the greatest fall that 's from Promotions Piramid .

London ; Printed for J. Huzzey , 1685.