%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Franklins Farewell to the World, / With his Christian Contrition / in Prison, before his Death. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/15/2021 37075

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S117289 FArwell vaine World whose comforts all are Cares, / Whose gaines are losse, whose liberty are Snares: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 42 Franklins Farewell to the World, / With his Christian Contrition / in Prison, before his Death. Franklin's Farewell to the World, With his Christian Contrition in Prison, before his Death. ?-? Henry Gosson

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FArwell vaine World whose comforts all are Cares, Whose gaines are losse, whose liberty are Snares: Whose Gold is Drosse, whose wisedome is meere folly, Whose wealth is woe, whose service is unholly. Whose Life is Death, whose Joy is Griefe and Sadnes: And all that's in thee is a Map of Madnes. Who so (like me) long in the world hath beene, And hath so many alterations seene, How some from Greatnes fall, some Rise from little, How mans foundation slip'ry is and brittle, How Transitory things doe mount and fall At his Great pleasure, that Created all. Whoso doth note, and beare these things in minde; Shall see how Fortunes breath, like wav'ring winde Doth blow up men like bladders with Ambition, And cast them headlong downe to black Perdition. That this is true, the world may plainly see, And view a fearefull spectacle in mee: For I that had enough of fading pelfe, And need not want (except I would myselfe) I that had Sence, Discretion, Reason, Wit, And could discerne things fitting and unfit, I whom my high Creator made a creature, Adorning me with guifts of Art, and Nature Yet of all this I made no further use But Gods, Kings, Countryes and my soules abuse. From crime to crime still plundging further in, With my continuall adding sinne to sinne. Till sinne on sinne, at last brought shame on shame, And shame on shame, paid the desert of blame. My thoughts surmis'd th'Almighties eyes were hid, And that he saw not, what I secret did, But he (whose sight eclipseth Moone and Sun) Hath brought to light the deeds in darknes done; He in his Justice, Justly hath reveal'd My hainous faults which I had long conceal'd: He hath laid open my notorious crimes, To bee a warning to ensuing times; That they shall never dare to doe the like, Least (like to me) his vengeance them doe strike. Then let a dying friend good counsell give, To all Estates and Sexes how they live: Oh let my ending of my loathed breath Make all men care, to shun eternall death.
And though my life hath bin polluted foule, Yet Judge with charity my sinfull soule; For were the Sinnes of all the world in me, Yet (with the eye of Faith) I cleerely see That Gods great mercy, like a boundles flood Through my blest Saviour and Redeemers blood, Hath freely pardon'd all that I have done, (By th'intercession of his onely Sonne,) So that my stedfast faith doth me perswade, My peace forever with my God is made. Hee that Raisd Lazarus from out his Grave; He that upon the Crosse the Theife did save, 'Tis he alone; and onely none but hee Hath raisd me up from Death, and saved me. Yea, though I all my lifetime have liv'd evill, A servant, and a slave unto the Devill: Yet heer's the Joy that makes my courage bolde, My Saviour Christ hath tooke me to his folde, Hee, true Repentance unto me hath giv'n, And for me (through his merits) purchas'd Heav'n. Then World, Flesh, Sathan, and grim Death avaunt, Doe all your worst, my Faith you cannot daunt: He, that for me hath conquer'd Death and Hell, Hath granted me that I with him shall dwell. And though my life Eternall fire did merit, Yet God in mercy hath receiv'd my Spirit. Farwell my Countrey, by whose Justice I, For mine unjust and bloody action dye. Farewell most Sacred and Renowned King, Whose equall Judgement through the world doth ring: Whose zeale to Right, and whose Impartiall hand, Are the maine prop on which this State doth stand. Long may he Raigne, in his Majestick-seate, And as on Earth, bee made in Heav'n more great. Let his Posterity, and Royall Race Be all Inspir'd with the supernall Grace: And of his seed let us have Alwaies one To sway the Scepter of Great Britaines Throne. Defend them Lord from soule and body harmes, From home-bred Traytors, and from Foreigne Armes That in thy favour they may live and dye, And dye to live with thee Immortally.
FINIS. Printed at London for Henry Gosson.