The Doleful Lamentation Of Thomas Dangerfield, who was lately apprehended and Imprisoned in Newgate, for High Misdemeanour, etc.  
To the Tune of 'Tis for mine own offence I must Die.  

I.  
Mark well my words you Country Men,  
And Loyal Subjects all,  
And take Example now by me,  
To shun a dreadful fall.  
My Name's unhappy Dangerfield,  
In Prison I am fast,  
And all my great Designs are turned  
To sorrow now at last.   

II.  
In England I was born and bred,  
And Educate at School:  
But all the Labour was but lost,  
Since I grew up a Fool:  
Although GOD doth Govern all things,  
According to his Will,  
He never yet did bring to pass  
An Action that was ill.   

III.  
When men resist the Motions, and  
Convictions of the Truth,  
And follow all the fond Delights  
That's incident to Youth,  
The GOD of TRUTH departs from them,  
And leaves them to their sin;  
And then the subtle Serpent doth  
Ensnare them in his Jen.   

IV.  
I by degrees of sin did climb  
The steps of Wickedness;  
Which now (alas) hath brought poor me  
To woeful great distress:  
I was unfaithful to my GOD,  
And Traitorous to my KING,  
And I was ready (on a call)  
To every Evil Thing.   

V.  
My Vices they were manifold,  
My Company was evil;  
I used a Thousand wild conceits,  
To run me to the Devil.  
I turned a Coiner by my Trade,  
And Mountibank of State,  
For which I'm grieved at the Heart,  
Though now it be too late.   

VI  
Now I'm enclosed in Prison close,  
Secured in Walls of Stone;  
I languish without Remedy,  
Relief I can have none.  
My Senses are my sorrows sluice,  
The Floodgates of my shame,  
And all my cruel Comforters  
Add Fuel to my Flame.   

VII.  
O were I at my Liberty  
(As I have been before)  
I never would prove Treacherous,  
Nor run on such a score.  
But now my Lamentation's late,  
My Sighs they are in vain;  
Nor can I entertain a thought  
To be set free again.   

VIII.  
You Spirits brave that live at ease,  
Yet never are content,  
But still will be a meddling  
With State and Parliament:  
Leave off your high and great Designs,  
And change your minds with speed,  
It is the greatest fall that's from  
Promotions Pyramid.    

London; Printed for J. Huzzey, 1685.