Fitz-Harris his farwel to the world, or, A traytors just reward Gibbs, Richard, fl. 1681-1687. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A42698 of text R33532 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing G664). 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. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A42698 Wing G664 ESTC R33532 13517922 ocm 13517922 99887 2240898341

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A42698) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 99887) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1551:1) Fitz-Harris his farwel to the world, or, A traytors just reward Gibbs, Richard, fl. 1681-1687. 1 sheet (2 p.) s.n., [London? : 1681] In verse. Caption title. Signed: Richard Gibbs. Imprint suggested by Wing. Imperfect: print show-through. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Fitzharris, Edward, 1648?-1681 -- Poetry. Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry. eebo Fitz-Harris his farvvel to the vvorld, or A traytors just reward. Gibbs, Richard, 1681 2 541 2 0 0 0 0 0 36.97 D The rate of 36.97 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-02 Sampled and proofread 2007-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Fitz-Harris his FARWEL TO THE WORLD , OR A TRAYTORS Just Reward ▪ FArwell great Villain , and unpittied Lie , Instead of Tears drawn from a tender Eye ; Ten thousand Traytors like Fitz-Harris dye . Unhuman Monster , to the World ingrate , An Enemy to the King , the Church and State ; Hadst thou been starv'd , 't had been too kind a Fate . His Crimes were horrid , infamous and base . Deserves a total extinct of his Race ; Banish his Name unto some dismal place . What 's worse than injuring Sacred Majestie , For which he suffered on the fatal Tree ; May all men suffer , when Rob'd of Loyalty . England may then be glad , with Triumph sing , When all her Foes are vanisht with a string ; The Golden Age from Halcion-days will spring . Those Wolves that Plot Protestant Lambs to Gull , May Heaven obstruct the Engines of their Scull ; Give them of Tyburn , good Lord , their Belly full . Giddy-headed Youths have been seduc'd of late , Beyond their Wits , talk of the Affairs of State ; Obedience learn to avoid Fitz-Harris Fate . Those publick Libellers that with Zeal and heat , With some unheard of Novelty dayly Treat ; If they write falsly , tie them from their Meat . Tell th' Ambitious , their Fools and strive in vain , To undermine a Crown , King Charles will Reign : To be true and honest , is the safest Gain . I hope to see Justice at Tyburn done , If so , some hundreds may have Cause to run ; Give them what they deserve , their Thread is spun . Bid proud petitioners , good Advice approve , Make an Address and in one Body move ; With all humility t' gain their Prince's Love . I 'de sooner lose a Limb , from th' Monument fly , Endure the worst of Torments till I dye ; Then willingly deserve my Kings displeasing Eye . London , on thee all flourishing joys descend , Heaven's bl●ss the Government , and Governors to the end ; Unanimous to agree , your Soveraign to defend . The Man that burnt Diana's Temple down , Did it on purpose a Villain to be Crown'd ; Mongst Rogues ( Damn'd Rogues ) he got Renown . How many thousands are there in the Nation , Meer Knaves , but Saints , in private Congregation ; Loves Monarchy , with mental Reservation . The Gods rebuke the Error of the Age , Let moderation Tumultuous men asswage ; But hang all those against their King engage . Let all dissenting Brothers Love the King , To the Church Unite , 't is a goodly thing ; With Brethren to agree , and with Te Deum sing . Heaven's bless his Majesty , with Plenty , Joy and Peace . To all that love the King Heavens give increase ; Confound his Foes to pray I nere will cease . Non est Lex j●●●●or ulla Quam Necis Artifficis , Arte perire sua . Richard Gibbs , Norwitch . FINIS .