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An Elegy to the liuing memory of his deceased Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Knight, Baronet.
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An Elegy to the liuing memory of his deceased Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Knight, Baronet.
To tell the World what it hath lost in thee,Were but in vaine; for such as cannot see,
Would not be grieu'd to heare, the morning light
Should neuer more succeed the gloomy night.
Such onely whom thy Vertue made, or found
Worthy to know thee, can receiue this wound:
Of these each man will duly pay his teares
To thy great Memory, and when he heares
One fam'd for Vertue, he will say, So blest,
So good his Beaumont was, and weepe the rest.
If Knowledge shall be mention'd, or the Arts,
Soone will be reckon vp thy better parts:
At naming of the Muses, he will streight
Tell of thy Workes, where sharpe and high conceit,
Cloath'd in sweet Verse, giue thee immortall Fame,
Whil'st Ignorance doth scorne a Poets Name:
And then shall his imagination striue,
To keepe thy gratefull Memory aliue,
Had he no Muse by force of knowing thee.
This maketh me (who in the Muses Quire
Sing but a Meane) thus boldly to aspire,
To pay sad duties to thy honor'd Herse,
With my vnpolish'd lines, and ruder Verse.
Yet dreame I not of raysing amongst men
A lasting fame to thee by my fraile Pen:
But rather hope, something may liue of me,
(Perhaps this Paper) hauing mention'd thee.
Thomas Neuill.
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