The ultimum vale, or, Last farevvell of Thomas Earle of Strafford. Written by himselfe a little before his death. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05982 of text460 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S5802A). 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 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B05982 Wing S5802A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[210] 99885038 ocm99885038 182879 2264214600

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B05982) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182879) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:2[211]) The ultimum vale, or, Last farevvell of Thomas Earle of Strafford. Written by himselfe a little before his death. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641. 1 sheet ([1] p.). [s.n.], London printed, : 1641. Verse: "Farewell vain world, farewell my fleeting joyes ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, -- Earl of, 1593-1641. Farewells -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. B05982 460 (Wing S5802A). civilwar no The ultimum vale, or, Last farevvell of Thomas Earle of Strafford. Written by himselfe a little before his death. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of 1641 1 580 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. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE ULTIMUM VALE , OR , Last Farewell Of THOMAS Earle of Strafford . Written by himselfe a little before his death . ( I. ) FArewell vain world , farewell my fleeting joyes , Whole best of musick 's but an Echo's noyse , And all the lustre of your painted light But as dull dreams and fantoms of the night . Empty your pleasures too , nor can they last Longer than aire-puft bubbles , or a blast . ( II. ) Farewell you fading Honours , which doe blinde , By your false mists the sharpest sighted minde , And having rais'd him to his height of cares , Tumble him headlong down the slippery staires . How shall I praise or prise your glorious ills , Which are but poyson put in golden pills . ( III. ) Farewell my blustring titles , ne're come backe , You 've sweld my failes until my mastings cracke , And made my Vessell reele against the rocks Of gaping ruine , whole destructive knocks Hath helplesse left me , sinking , here to lie : The cause ? I rais'd my main-top failes too high . ( IV. ) Farewell Ambition ( since we needs must part ) Thou great Inchantresse of mans greater heart : Thy guilded titles that do seeme so faire , Are but like meteors hanging in the aire : In whose false splendor , falling thence , is found No worth , but water-like shed on the ground . ( V. ) Farewell the Glory , from which all the rest Derive the Sweets for which men stile them blest , That from one root in severall branches spring , I meane , The favor of my gratious King : This too , hath led my wandring soule astray , Like Ignis Fatuis , from its righter way . ( VI . ) Farewell my Friends , I need not bid you go ; When Fortune flies , you freely will doe so . Worship the rising , not the setting Sun . The House is falling ; Vermin quickly run . Bees do from off the wither'd floures make haste ; The reason is , Because th 'ave lost their taste . ( VII . ) Farewell the treasures of my tempting store , Which of all Idols , least I did adore : Haste to some Ideots Coffer , and hee 'l bee Thy slave , as I have master been to thee . Heaven knowes , of all the Suiters that I had , I least priz'd thee , as counting none so bad . ( VIII . ) Last ; To my Foes farewell : for such I have , Who do in multitudes wait for my grave ; Mongst which I can't beleeve but some there be That hate my vices only , and not me : Let them passe o're my same without a blot , And let the Vulgar scratch they know not what . ( IX . ) Let them besmeare me by the chattering notes ( Poor silly hearts ) which echo through their throtes ; I 'le passe it o're , and pray ( with patience too ) Father forgive ; they know not what they do . Yet O : I could have woo'd my treacherous Fate T' have let me died without the publique hate .

London printed , 1641.