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

Heroicke soule, thy memory must live,
Beyond those stone built structures, that can give
Their earth an Ages talke; or can assure
The effigies of some mony Gull shall dure,
Till spiders eate his memory: Oh poore glory,
T'inscrible a Marble with the tedious story
Of some stout Sir, whose vertue neere was more
Than how to quarrell, for (perhaps) a whore,
But thou (great James) hast by thy Actions fram'd
A trophie, that hereafter thou being nam'd,
Men shall rise up with reverence, and keepe
Thy fame from freezing, when thy Ashes sleepe.

To the same Captaine on his Couragious, and pious behaviour in the said voyage.

Matchlesse Commander, when fierce winds did hurle
Water to aire, and made the old waves curle
To mounts of solid liquor, when strong streames
Of moving marble did assault thee James.
Did not thy conquer'd courage, like the rest
Flag, and sit heavie on thy hopelesse breast?
Didst thou not faint to heare the Thunder roare,
And furious seas rebell against the Shoare?

Didst thou not quake at this? why then I see
Thy soule (though prison'd in thy flesh) was free,
Thou werr'above a man, thy zeale like fire
Dissolv'd th' opposing Ice, and did aspire,
Through all the stormes of darke condensed ayre,
Wrapt in a sheete of storme-contemning prayer;
These were prevailing blowes, and broke more Ice
At once, then all your hands at ten-times twice.
This man'd your ship securely through the maine,
And stered you safely to your home againe.

J. B.