Verses: lately vvritten by Thomas Earle of Strafford. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A74204 of text925 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.4[11]). 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 2017 A74204 Thomason 669.f.4[11] 99868771 99868771 160633 2240950360

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A74204) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 160633) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 245:669f4[11]) Verses: lately vvritten by Thomas Earle of Strafford. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641, attributed name. 1 sheet ([1] p.) [s.n.], London : printed, 1641. Not in fact by Thomas Earle of Strafford. In this edition, the first line in the title ends in a colon and the imprint does not have a comma after "London". Verse - "Go, empty joyes,". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng A74204 925 (Thomason 669.f.4[11]). civilwar no Verses: lately vvritten by Thomas Earle of Strafford. [Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of] 1641 1 436 1 0 0 0 0 0 23 C The rate of 23 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 Sampled and proofread 2008-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
VERSES : Lately written by THOMAS Earle of STRAFFORD . ( I. ) GO , Empty Joyes , With all your noyse , And leave me here alone , In sweet sad silence to bemoane Your vaine and fleet delight , Whose danger none can see aright , Whilest your false splendor dimmes his sight . ( II. ) Goe and insnare With you false ware , Some other easie Wight , And ch●●● him with your flattering Light ; Raine on his head a shower Of Honours , favor , wealth , and power ; Then snatch it from him in an houre . ( III. ) Fill his big minde With gallant winde Of Insolent applause : Let him not feare all-curbing Lawes , Nor King nor Peoples frowne ; But dreame of something like a Crowne , And climing towards it , tumble downe . ( IV. ) Let him appeare In his bright Sphere , Like Scynthia in her pride , With star-like troups on every side ; Such for their number and their light , As may at last orewhelme him quite , And blend us both in one dead night . ( V. ) Welcome sad Night , Griefes sole delight , your mourning best agrees With Honours funerall Obsequies . In Thetis lap he lies , Mantled with soft securities , Whose too much Sun-shine blinds his eyes . ( VI . ) Was he too bold , That needs would hold With curbing raines , the day , And make Sols fiery Steeds obay ? Then sure as rash was I , Who with ambitious wings did fly In Charles his Waine too loftily . ( VII . ) I fall , I fall ; Whom shall I call ? Alas , can he be heard , Who now is neither lov'd nor fear'd . You , who were wont to kisse the ground , Where e're my honor'd steps were found , Come catch me at my last rebound . ( VIII . ) How each admires Heav'ns twinkling fires , When from their glorious seat Their influence gives life and heat . But O! how few there ar' , ( Though danger from that act be far ) Will stoop and catch a falling star . ( IX . ) Now 't is too late To imitate Those Lights , whose pallidnesse Argues no inward guiltinesse : Their course one way is bent . The reason is , there 's no dissent , In Heavens high Court of Parliament .

London printed , 1641.