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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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Bosworth Field:
 
[Bosworth Field]
 
An expression of Sibylls Acrostichs.
 
Virgil. Eclog. 4.
 
An Epigram concerning Mans life composed by Crates, or Posidippus.
 
The answer of Metrodorus.
 
Horat. Lib. 2. Sat. 6.
 
Horat. Carm. Lib. 3. Od. 29.
 
Hort. Epod. 2.
 
Per. Sat. 2.
 
Avson. Idyll. 16.
 
Claudians Epigram of the old man of Verona.
 
Vpon the two great Feasts of the Annunciation and Resurrection falling on the same day,
 
Of the Epiphany.
 
Of the Transfiguration of our Lord.
 
On Ascension day.
 
An Ode of the blessed Trinitie.
 
A Dialogue betweene the World, a Pilgrim, and Vertue.
 
An act of Contrition.
 
In Desolation.
 
In spirituall comfort.
 
An Act of Hope.
 
Of Teares.
 
Of Sinne.
 
Of the miserable state of Man.
 
Of Sicknesse.
 
Of true Liberty.
 
Against inordinate loue of Creatures.
 
Against abused Loue.
 
A description of Loue.
 
The Shepherdesse.
 
On the Anniversary day of his Maiesties reigne ouer England, March the 24.
 
A thanksgiuing for the deliuerance of our Soueraigne, King Iames, from a dangerous accident, Ianuary 8.
 
To his late Maiesty, concerning the true forme of English Poetry.
 
To the glorious memory of our late Soueraigne Lord, King Iames.
 
A Panegyrick at the Coronation of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles.
 
Of the Princes iourney.
 
Of the Princes departure and returne.
 
Of the Princes most happy returne.
 
Vpon the anniuersary day of the Princes return October the fifth.
 
To the most illustrious Prince Charles, of the excellent vse of Poems.
 
To the Prince.
 
An Epithalamium vpon the happy marriage of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles, and our gracious Lady Queene Mary.
 
At the end of his Maiesties first yeere.
 
Sonnet second.
 
An Epithalamium to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham, and to his faire and vertuous Lady.
 
Of his Maiesties vow for the felicity of my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham.
 
My Lord of Buckinghams welcome to the King at Burley.
 
A Congratulation to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham, at the Birth of his Daughter.
 
Of true Greatnesse:
 
Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Armes.
 
Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Shield at a Tilting, his Impresse being a Bird of Paradise.
 
To the Duke of Buckingham at his returne from Spaine.
 
To the Duke of Buckingham.
 
To my gracious Lord, the Duke of Buckingham, vpon the birth of his first Sonne.
 
Vpon the Earle of Couentryes departure from vs to the Angels.
 
To my Lord Vicount Purbeck: a Congratulation for his health.
 
To the memory of the faire and thrice vertuous Gentlewoman, Mistris Elizabeth Neuell.
 
Of the truly Noble and Excellent Lady, the Lady Marquesse of Winchester.
 
Vpon his Noble Friend, Sir William Skipwith.
 
An Epitaph vpon my deare Brother, Francis Beaumont.
 
Of my deare Sonne, Geruase Beaumont.
 
Teares for the death of the truly Honourable, the Lord Chandos.
 
Vpon the vntimely death of the Honourable, hopefull young Gentleman, Edward Stafford, Sonne and Heire to the Lord Stafford.
 
To the Memory of the Learned and Religious, Ferdinando Pulton, Esquire.
 
To the immortall memory of the fairest and most vertuous Lady, the Lady Clifton.
 
Vpon the death of the most noble Lord Henry, Earle of Southampton, 1624.
 
An Epitaph vpon that hopefull young Gentleman, the Lord Wriothesley.
 
Ivvenal. Sat. 10.
 
A funerall Hymne out of Prudentius.

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An act of Contrition.

When first my reason, dawning like the day,
Disperst the clouds of childish sense away:
Gods Image fram'd in that superior Tow'r,
Diuinely drew mine vnderstanding pow'r
To thinke vpon his Greatnesse, and to feare
His darts of thunder, which the mountaines teare.
And when with feeble light my soule began
T'acknowledge him a higher thing then man,
My next discourse erected by his grace,
Conceiues him free from bounds of time or place,
And sees the furthest that of him is knowne,
All spring from him, and he depends of none.
The steps which in his various workes are seal'd,
The doctrines in his sacred Church reueal'd,
Were all receiu'd as truths into my mind,
Yet durst I breake his lawes, O strangely blind:
My festring wounds are past the launcing cure,
Which terrour giues to thoughts at first impure:
No helpe remaines these vlcers to remoue,
Vnlesse I scorch them with the flames of loue.
Lord, from thy wrath my soule appeales, and flyes
To gracious beames of those indulgent eyes,
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Which brought me first from nothing, and sustaine
My life, lest it to nothing turne againe,
VVhich in thy Sonnes blood washt my parents' sinne
And taught me waies eternall blisse to winne.
The Starres which guide my Bark with heau'nly calls,
My boords in shipwrack after many falls:
In these I trust, and wing'd with pleasing hope,
Attempt new flight to come to thee, my scope,
VVhom I esteeme a thousand times more deare,
Then worldly things which faire and sweet appeare.
Rebellious flesh, which thee so oft offends,
Presents her teares: alas, a poore amends,
But thou accept'st them. Hence they precious grow,
As liuing waters which from Eden flow.
VVith these I wish my vitall blood may runne,
Ere new Eclipses dimme this glorious Sunne:
And yeeld my selfe afflicting paines to take
For thee my Spouse, and onely for thy sake.
Hell could not fright me with immortall fire,
VVere it not arm'd with thy forsaking ire:
Nor should I looke for comfort and delight
In heau'n, if heau'n were shadow'd from thy sight.
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