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 'tis 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.