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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.

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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[VVhen first of sinne I tooke survey]

VVhen first of sinne I tooke survey,
Sinne that first wrought poore mans decay,
Mee thought the seeming pleasures that it wore
Betray'd a face
So full of grace
That I desir'd it more and more.

As rattles babies, and such toyes,
Are the full bundles of childhoods joyes
I rested in appearance little knowing,
That such vaine things,
Which sorrow brings,
An alteration in their growing.

As warning once descri'd from farre,
Through some darke cloud a glimering starre,
That lead mee on to seeke its lustre out,
Hee that makes all
Answer'd his call,
Had turn'd my error quite about.

Did'st thou not God, divide those seas,
Ægypt and Israels death and ease,
When separated waves like Mountaines sweld
On either side
To quench their pride
That 'gainst thy edict did rebell.

God, didst not thou rebuke those seas:
Natures great burthen and disease
When Peters Faith, his failing strength did cherish:
When calling loud
I'th watery cloud,
He cry'd, save Master or I perish.

Thou did'st my God, and thou the world,
And sinne my beaten Barke have hurl'd
In a more desperate storme, yet still I see,
And heare the say,
To thy poore clay,
Is any thing too hard for mee.