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With a Taste of the Variety of Other Poems, Left by Sir John Beaumont ... Set Forth by his Sonne, Sir Iohn Beaumont

Beaumont, John (1583-1627)

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An Elegy to the liuing memory of his deceased Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Knight, Baronet.

An Elegy, dedicated to the memory of his much honoured friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Knight and Baronet.

To the worthy Muse of his Noble Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Knight Baronet.

A Congratulation to the Muses, for the immortalizing of his deare Father, by the sacred Vertue of Poetry.

Vpon the following Poems of my deare Father, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet, deceased.

Vpon these Poems of his dearest Brother, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet.

On the honor'd Poëms of his honored Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet.

To the deare Remembrance of his Noble Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet.

Vpon the Honored Poems of his Vnknowne Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet.

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My Lord of Buckinghams welcome to the King at Burley.

Sir, you haue euer shin'd vpon me bright,
But now, you strike and dazle me with light:
You Englands radiant Sunne, vouchsafe to grace
My house, a Spheare too little and too base,
My Burley as a Cabinet containes
The gemme of Europe, which from golden veines
Of glorious Princes, to this height is growne,
And ioynes their precious vertues all in one:
When I your praise would to the world professe;
My thoughts with zeale, and earnest feruour presse
Which should be first, and their officious strife
Restraines my hand from painting you to life.
I write, and hauing written I destroy,
Because my lines haue bounds, but not my ioy.