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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.

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

Why she doth Mary-bones affect, would'st know?
I thinke the reason is not hard to show:
The bone she cannot eate that's hard as flint,
Oh then I guesse the cause! there's something in 't:
Well what's that something? Oh my Muse there sticke,
She that loves marrow likely loves a ------