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Poems Divine, and Humane

By Thomas Beedome

Beedome, Thomas

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On the deceased Authour, Master Thomas Beedom, and his Poems.

On the death and Poems, of his most deare friend, Master Thomas Beedome.

On his deserving Friend, Master Thomas Beedom, and his Poems.

To his Friend the Author, Master Thomas Beedom before his death, on these his Poems.

To the Memory of his Ingenious friend, Master Thomas Beedom, and on these his Poems.

To the Memorie of his friend, Master Thomas Beedom. And upon his Poems.

On the Poems of his worthy friend, Master Thomas Beedom, the lately deceased Author.

On the Memory of his most Ingenious friend, Master Thomas Beedome, and his Poems.

Elegie, on his Ingenious friend, the deserving Author, Master Thomas Beedome.

Elegie on the death of his ingenious friend, the deserving Author, Master Thomas Beedome.

On the Poems of the Author, his deare Brother, Master Thomas Beedom deceased.

THE Author, To the READER.

THE JEALOVS LOUER, OR, THE CONSTANT MAID.

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To his Mistresse, when shee was going into the Country.

To his Mistresse on her scorne.

The Question and Answer.

The new Petition.

Fooles Paradise, or Reason Bewitcht.

Loves Apostacy to his friend Mr. E. D.

The broken heart song.

Women are mens shadowes.

Women are not mens shadowes.

To his worthy friend Mistresse.

On a Lillie now withered in her bosome.

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Epitaphium Regis Swedorum.

An Elegy on the death of the renowned, and victorious Gustavus Adolphus King of Sweathland.

To the truly worthy, and his worthily honoured friend Mris Judith Dyke, on the death of her brother Mr John Dyke, obiit ult. Martii 1636.

Encomium Poetarum ad fratrem Galiel Scot.

Against prejudicate opinion.

------Mors æquo pede pulsat Pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres.

To the Noble Sr Francis Drake.

To his friend Mr. Em. D. on a rich vaporing sot, whom hee stiles Ignoramus.

To my matchlesse friend, my dearest William Scot, a New-yeares guift.

The Corner stone.

The Royall Navy.

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Epigram 1. To my deare friend William Harrington.

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Epigram 2. Of one Mary Fraile, who lay with Mr Reason.

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Epigram 3. On the same Mary a great lover of Mary-bones.

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Epigram 4. To the excellent Poets Mr George Wither

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Epigram 5. By way of consolation to his deare friend William Scot, on the death of his brother Gilman Scot.

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Epigram 6. To his friend Mr Thomas Beedom, of single life.

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Epigram 7. E contra, of Marriage.

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Epigram 8. Of good women.

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Epigram 9. E Contrario.

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Epigram 10. Being a Translation of this Latin verse, composed by Dr Hensloe

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Epigram 11. To the worthy honoured, Sir Henry Wootten Knight.

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Epigram 12. To the same Knight being President of Eaton Colledge.

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Epigram 13. Of a fresh water Souldier.

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Epigram 14. Being a meditation to my selfe.

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Epigram 15. To himselfe of his Mistresse.

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Epigram 16. To his Superlative Mistris.

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Epigram 17. To his intimate friend William Pearle.

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Epigram 18. To the Heroicall Captaine Thomas James, of his discovery made by the Northwest passage towards the South Sea. 1631.

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Epigram 19. A Complaint of his separation from his Mistris, caused by his friends injunction.

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Epigram 20. To the memory of his honoured friend Master John Donne, an Eversary.

An Elegie on the death of his loving friend. J: C

My sonne give mee thy heart.

[VVhen first of sinne I tooke survey]

The Inquisition.

The Resurrection.

The Mercy Seate.

Ad punctum mortis.

On the death of Mris. M. T.

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The new Petition.

Apollo once disdained not to keepe,
So he might keepe, his love Admetus sheepe.
The distaffe Hercules did exercise,
T'extract a smile from his deare Ladies eyes:
Olympicke Joane disdained not to take
A bull's effigies for Europus sake:
Achilles fitter farre to deale with steele,
Did labour for his Mistresse at the reele.
Love spar'd Leander his pledg'd faith to save,
Died, hugging in his armes the murdering wave,
Whil'st a new death his Heroe doth devise,
And drownd her selfe ith Ocean of her eyes.
By Pyramus, the world did understand
That love and life, lay linked hand in hand.

When one was lost in Thisbe, th' other flew,
Through the peirc't portals of his wound, yet new;
Which when his Thisbe saw, 'tis hard to say,
Whose spirit posted fastest on the way.
Thus some dejection, others did invade
Great opposition, and have willingly laid,
Their lives at needlesse hazzard, some have died,
And so have to the utmost satisfied
What tyrant love could force, and beyond this,
The great and true non ultra fixed is.
Yet happy this, since what so e're they tryed,
Was on their Mistresse part regratified.
Oh who would, when he saw an equall flame
Of love in her he lov'd, owe so much shame
As to esteeme his life, if her least griefe,
Did but invite his blood for her reliefe
But this forenamed courteous Ghosts can beare
Mee witnesse, I have shed full many a teare,
Spoke the best language, Rhetoricke affords,
Limb'd out my heart even to the life in words,
Would, what they did, did like occasion proffer,
And till that, do I can no more, but offer.
And yet for all my sufferings, shee that is,
If I dare reach to call her so, my blisse,
Slights all my sorrowes; Oh what eye could now
Forbeare to yeeld a teare, when seeing how
I love, I am neglected; weepe with mee
All you that read my wrongs, so if you be
Compassionate, perhaps your teares may move
The frozen Mercy of my ice-white love.
Which if they doe, if you at any time
Shall want a drop, I'le lend you some of mine:
Methinkes I see you weepe deare Mistresse then,

Behold a Noble sea of pittying men
Doth waft mee to your favour, if you daigne,
Yet now at last to ease mee of my paine,
This glory shall unto your mercy rise,
That you have wip't all teares from lovers eyes.