Verses, lately vvritten by Thomas Earle of Straford [sic]. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06418 of text R187189 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V258B). 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 B06418 Wing V258B ESTC R187189 52529349 ocm 52529349 179195 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06418) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179195) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2779:30) Verses, lately vvritten by Thomas Earle of Straford [sic]. Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n.], [London : Printed in the yeare 1641. Caption title. Place of publication from Wing. Nine verses in two columns. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. B06418 R187189 (Wing V258B). civilwar no Verses, lately vvritten by . . . Strafford [no entry] 1641 433 4 0 0 0 0 0 92 D The rate of 92 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 John Pas Sampled and proofread 2008-04 John Pas Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion VERSES , Lately VVritten by THOMAS Earle of STRAFORD . ( I. ) GO , Empty Ioyes , With all your noyse , And leave me here alone , In sweete sad silence to bemone Your vaine and fleete delight , Whose danger none can see aright , Whilest your false splendor dimmes his sight . ( II. ) Goe and insnare With your false ware , Some other easie Wight , And cheate 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. ) Till his big minde With gallant winde Of Insolent applause : Let him not feare all-curbing Lawes , Nor King nor Peoples frowne ; But dreame of somthing 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 Obscquies . In Theis 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 rush was I , Who with ambitious wings did fly In Charles his Wai● too loftily . ( VII . ) I fall , I fall , Whome shall I call ? Alas , can 〈◊〉 heard , Who 〈◊〉 is nither lov'd nor fear'd . You , who were wont to kisse the ●round , Where e're my honor'd step 〈◊〉 found , Come catch me at my last rebound . ( VIII . ) How each admires Heav'ns twinklng fires , When from their glarous seate Their influence gives life and heate . But O! how few there ar ' , ( Though danger from that act be far ) Will stoop and catch a falling starr . ( IX . ) Now 't is to late To imitate Those L●htes , whose palliednesse Argues no 〈◊〉 guillinesse : That course 〈…〉 is bent . The 〈◊〉 is there 's no 〈◊〉 In Heavens high Court of Parliament . Printed in the yeare 1641.