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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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To the Duke of Buckingham.

The words of Princes iustly we conceiue,
As Oracles inspir'd by pow'r diuine,
Which make the vertues of their seruants shine,
And monuments to future ages leaue.
The sweet consent of many tongues can weaue
Such knots of Honour in a flowry line,
That no iniurious hands can them vntwine,
Nor enuious blasts of beauty can bereaue.
These are your helpes, my Lord, by these two wings
You lifted are aboue the force of spite:
For, while the publike Quire your glory sings,
The arme that rules them, keepes the Musicke right:
Your happy name with noble prayse to greet
Gods double Voyce, the King and Kingdome meet.