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A06468	Bosvvorth-field with a taste of the variety of other poems, left by Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet, deceased: set forth by his sonne, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet; and dedicated to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie.	Beaumont, John, Sir, 1583-1627.; Beaumont, John, Sir, d. 1644.	1629 (1629)	STC 1694; ESTC S101234	77,419	230

here to stay Refusing that sweet change which God prouides To those whom with his rod and staffe he guides Your happinesse consists not now alone In those high comforts which are often throwne In plenteous manner from our Sauiours hand To raise the fall'n and cause the weake to stand But ye are blest when being trodden downe Ye taste his Cup and weare his thorny Crowne On Ascension day YE that to heau'n direct your curious eyes And send your minds to walk the spacious skies See how the Maker to your selues you brings Who sets his noble markes on meanest things And hauing Man aboue the Angels plac'd The lowly Earth more then the Heau'n hath grac'd Poore Clay each Creature thy degrees admires First God in thee a liuing Soule inspires Whose glorious beames hath made thee farre m●●● bright Then is the Sunne the spring of corp'rall light He rests not here but to himselfe thee takes And thee diuine by wondrous vnion makes What Region can afford a worthy place For his exalted Flesh Heau'n is too base He scarce would touch it in his swift ascent The Orbes fled backe like Iordan as he went And yet he daign'd to dwell a while on earth As paying thankefull tribute for his birth But now this body all Gods workes excels And hath no place but God in whom it dwels An Ode of the blessed Trinitie MVse that art dull and weake Opprest with worldly paine If strength in thee remaine Of things diuine to speake Thy thoughts a while from vrgent eares restraine And with a cheareful voice thy wonted silence breake No cold shall thee benumme Nor darknesse taint thy sight To thee new heate new light Shall from this obiect come Whose praises if thou now wilt sound a right My pen shall giue thee leaue hereafter to be dumbe Whence shall we then begin To sing or write of this Where no beginning is Or if we enter in Where shall we end The end is endlesse blisse Thrice happy we if well so rich a thread we spinne For Thee our strings we touch Thou that are Three and One Whose essence though vnknowne Beleeu'd is to be such To whom what ere we giue we giue thine owne And yet no mortall tongue can giue to thee so much See how in vayne we trie To find some tipe t' agree With this great One in Three Yet can none such descrie If any like or second were to thee Thy hidden nature then were not so deepe and high Here faile inferiour things The Sunne whose heate and light Make creatures warme and bright A feeble shadow brings The Sunne shewes to the world his Fathers might With glorious raies frō both our fire the spirit spring Now to this toplesse hill Let vs ascend more neare Yet still within the Spheare Of our connat'rall skill We may behold how in our soules we beare An vnderstanding pow'r ioyn'd with effectuall will We can no higher goe To search this point diuine Here it doth chiefly shine This Image must it show These steppes as helpes our humble minds incline T' embrace those certaine grounds which from true Faith must flow To him these notes direct Who not with outward hands Nor by his strong commands Whence creatures take effect While perfectly himselfe he vnderstands Begets another selfe with equall glory deckt From these the Spring of loue The holy Ghost proceeds VVho our affection feeds VVith those cleare flames which moue From that eternall Essence which them breeds And strike into our soules as lightning from aboue Stay stay Parnassian Girle Heere thy descriptions faint Thou humane shapes canst paint And canst compare to Pearle VVhite teeth and speak of lips which Rubies taint Resembling beauteous eies to Orbs that swiftly whirle But now thou mayst perceiue The weakenesse of thy wings And that thy noblest strings To muddy obiects cleaue Then praise with humble silence heau'nly things And what is more then this to still deuotion leaue A Dialogue betweene the World a Pilgrim and Vertue Pilgrim WHat darknes clouds my senses Hath the day Forgot his season and the Sunne his way Doth God withdraw his all-sustaining might And works no more with his faire creature light While heau'n and earth for such a losse complaine And turne to rude vnformed heapes againe My paces with intangling briers are bound And all this forrest in deepe silence drownd Here must my labour and my iourney cease By which in vaine I sought for rest and peace But now perceiue that mans vnquiet mind In all his waies can onely darkenesse find Here must I starue and die vnlesse some light Point out the passage from this dismall night World Distressed Pilgrim let not causelesse feare Depresse thy hopes for thou hast comfort neare Which thy dull heart with splendor shall inspire And guide thee to thy period of desire Cleare vp thy browes and raise thy fainting eyes See how my glitt'ring Palace open lies For weary passengers whose desp'rate case I pitie and prouide a resting place Pilgrim O thou whose speeches sound whose beauties shine Not like a creature but some pow'r diuine Teach me thy stile thy worth and state declare VVhose glories in this desart hidden are World I am thine end Felicity my name The best of wishes Pleasures Riches Fame Are humble vassals which my Throne attend And make you mortals happy when I send In my left hand delicious fruits I hold To feede them who with mirth and ease grow old Afraid to lose the fleeting dayes and nights They seaze on times and spend it in delights My right hand with triumphant crownes is stor'd VVhich all the Kings of former times ador'd These gifts are thine then enter where no strife No griefe no paine shall interrupt thy life Vertue Stay hasty wretch here deadly Serpents dwell And thy next step is on the brinke of hell VVouldst thou poore weary man thy limbs repose Behold my house where true contentment growes Not like the baites which this seducer giues VVhose blisse a day whose torment euer liues World Regard not these vaine speeches let them goe This is a poore worme my contemned foe Bold thredbare Vertue who dare promise more From empty bags then I from all my store VVhose counsels make men draw vnquiet breath Expecting to be happy after death Vertue Canst thou now make or hast thou euer made Thy seruants happy in those things that fade Heare this my challenge one example bring Of such perfection let him be the King Of all the world fearing no outward check And guiding others by his voice or beck Yet shall this man at eu'ry moment find More gall then hony in his restlesse mind Now Monster since my words haue struck thee dumb Behold this Garland whence such vertues come Such glories shine such piercing beames are throwne As make thee blind and turne thee to a stone And thou whose wand'ring feet were running downe Th' infernall steepenesse looke vpon this Crowne Within these folds lie hidden no deceits No golden lures

it is an odious thing To let thy banner flie against thy King VVith scorne he throwes the Standard to the ground VVhen Cheney for his height and strength renown'd Steps forth to couer Richmond now expos'd To Richards sword the King with Cheney clos'd And to the earth this mighty Giant fell'd Then like a Stag whom fences long with-held From meddowes where the Spring in glory raignes Now hauing leuell'd those vnpleasing chaines And treading proudly on the vanquisht flowres He in his hopes a thousand ioyes deuoures For now no pow'r to crosse his end remaines But onely Henry whom he neuer daines To name his foe and thinkes he shall not braue A valiant Champion but a yeelding slaue Alas how much deceiu'd when he shall find An able body and couragious minde For Richmond boldly doth himselfe oppose Against the King and giues him blowes for blowes VVho now confesseth with an angry frowne His Riuall not vnworthy of the Crowne The younger Stanley then no longer staid The Earle in danger needs his present aide VVhich he performes as sudden as the light His comming turnes the ballance of the fight So threatning clouds whose fall the ploughmen feare VVhich long vpon the mountaines top appeare Dissolue at last and vapours then distill To watry showres that all the valleys fill The first that saw this dreadfull storme arise VVas Catesby who to Richard loudly cries No way but swift retreate your life to saue This no shame with wings t' auoide the graue This said he trembling turnes himselfe to flie And dares not stay to heare the Kings replie VVho scorning his aduice as foule and base Returnes this answer with a wrathfull face Let cowards trust their horses nimble feete And in their course with new destruction meete Gaine thou some houres to draw thy fearefull breath To me ignoble flight is worse then death But at th'approach of Stanleyes fresh supply The Kings side droopes so gen'rous Horses lie Vnapt to stirre or make their courage knowne Which vnder cruell Masters sinke and grone There at his Princes foote stout Ratcliffe dies Not fearing but despairing Louell flies For he shall after end his weary life In not so faire but yet as bold a strife The King maintaines the fight though left alone For Henries life he faine would change his owne And as a Lionesse which compast round VVith troopes of men receiues a smarting wound By some bold hand though hinder'd and opprest With other speares yet shghting all the rest Will follow him alone that wrong'd her first So Richard pressing with reuengefull thirst Admits no shape but Richmonds to his eye And would in triumph on his carcase die But that great God to whom all creatures yeeld Protects his seruant with a heau'nly shield His pow'r in which the Earle securely trusts Rebates the blowes and falsifies the thrusts The King growes weary and begins to faint It grieues him that his foes perceiue the taint Some strike him that till then durst not come neare With weight and number they to ground him beare Where trampled down and hew'd with many sword He softly vtter'd these his dying words Now strength no longer Fortune can withstand I perish in the Center of my Land His hand he then with wreathes of grasse infolds And bites the earth which he so strictly holds As if he would haue borne it with him hence So loth he was to lose his rights pretence FINIS An expression of Sibylls Acrostichs 〈…〉 signe that Iudgement comes the Earth shall sweat 〈…〉 times behold the Prince whose might 〈…〉 censure all within his Kingdome great 〈◊〉 ●rue and faithfull shall approach his sight 〈◊〉 feare this God by his high glory knowne 〈◊〉 ●●●bin'd with flesh and compast with his Saints 〈◊〉 words diuiding soules before his Throne 〈◊〉 ●eeme the world from Thornes and barren taints 〈◊〉 vaine then mortals leaue their wealth and sinne ●●●ong force the stubborne gates of Hell shall tame ●he Saints though dead shall light and freedome winne ●word thriue not wicked men with wrathfull flame ●pprest whose beames can search their words and deeds ●o darkesome brest can couer base desires ●ew sorrow gnashing teeth and wailing breeds ●●empt from Sunny rayes or Starry quires 〈◊〉 ●eau'n thou art roll'd vp the Moone shall die ●●om vales he takes their depth from hilles their height ●●eat men no more are insolent and high 〈◊〉 Seas no nimble ships shall carry weight 〈◊〉 thunder arm'd with heat the earth confounds ●weet Springs and bubbling Streames their course restraine 〈◊〉 heau'nly trumpet sending dolefull sounds ●pbraydes the worlds misdeeds and threatens paine 〈◊〉 gaping earth infernall depths are seene Our proudest ●●ngs are summon'd by his call ●nto his seate from heau'n with anger keene ●euengefull floods of fire and brimstone fall VIRGIL VIRGIL ECLOG 4. CIcilian Muses sing we greater things All are not pleas'd with Shrubs lowly Sp●●● More fitly to the Consull Woods belong Now is fulfild Cumaean Sibyls Song Long chaines of better times begin againe The Maide returnes and brings backe Saturnes rai●● New progenies from lofty Heau'n descend Thouchaste Lucina be this Infants friend Whose birth the dayes of Ir'n shall quite deface And through the world the golden age shall place Thy brother Phoebus weares his potent Crowne And thou O Pollio know thy high renowne Thy Consulship this glorious change shall breed Great moneths shall then endeuour to proceed Thy rule the steps of threatning sinne shall cleare And free the earth from that perpetuall feare He with the Gods shall liue and shall behold With heauenly spirits noble soules enroll'd And seene by them shall guide this worldly frame Which to his hand his fathers strength doth tame To thee sweet Child the earth brings natiue dow● The wandring Iuy with faire B●cchars flowres ●nd Colocasia sprung from Egypts ground With smiling leaues of greene Acanthus crown'd ●he Gotes their swelling vdders home shall beare The Droues no more shall mighty Lions feare For thee thy cradle pleasing flowres shall bring Imperious Death shall blunt the Serpents sting No herbes shall with deceitfull poyson flow And sweet Amomum eu'ry where shall grow But when thou able art to reade the facts Of Worthies and thy Fathers famous acts To know what glories vertues name adorne The fields to ripenesse bring the tender corne Ripe Grapes depend on carelesse Brambles tops Hard Oakes sweat hony form'd in dewy drops Yet some few steps of former fraudes remaine VVhich men to trie the Sea with ships constraine VVith strengthning walles their Cities to defend And on the ground long surrowes to extend A second ●●phys and ●ew Argo then Shall leade to braue exploits the best of men The warre of Troy that Towne againe shall burne And great Achilles thither shall returne But when firme age a perfect man thee makes The willing Sayler straight the Seas forsakes The P●●e no more the vse of trade retaines Each Countrie breeds all fruits the earth disdaines The Harrowes weight and Vines the

of Nature and of Grace First glorious Iames the English Crowne possest Then gracious Charles succeeded in his place For him his subiects wish with hearty words Both what this world and what the next affords An Epithalamium to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham and to his faire and vertuous Lady SEuere and serious Muse Whose quill the name of loue declines Be not too nice nor this deare worke refuse Here Venus stirs no flame nor cupid guides thy lines But modest Hymen shakes his Torch and chast Lucina shines The Bridegroomes starres arise Maydes turne your sight your faces hide Lest ye be shipwrack't in those sparkling eyes Fit to be seene by none but by his louely bride If him Narcissus should behold he would forget his pride And thou faire Nymph appeare With blushes like the purple morne If now thine eares will be content to heare The title of a Wife we shortly will adorne Thee with a ioyfull Mothers ●ame when some sweet Childe 's borne We wish a Sonne whose smile Whose beauty may proclaime him thine Who may be worthy of his Fathers stile May answere to our hopes and strictly may combine The happy height of Villiers race with noble Rutlands line Let both their heads be crown'd With choysest flowers which shall presage That Loue shall flourish and delights abound Time adde thou many dayes nay ages to their age Yet neuer must thy freezing arme their holy fires asswage Now when they ioyne their hands Behold how faire that knot appeares O may the firmenesse of these Nuptiall bands Resemble that bright line the measure of the yeeres Which makes a league betweene the poles and ioynes the Hemispheres Of his Maiesties vow for the felicity of my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham SEe what a full and certaine blessing flowes From him that vnder God the Earth commands For Kings are Types of God and by their hands A world of gifts and honours he bestowes The hopeful tree thus blest securely growes Amidst the waters in a firtile ground And shall with leaues flowres fruites be crown'd Abundant dew on it the Planter throwes You are this Plant my Lord and must dispose Your noble soule those blossomes to receiue Which euer to the roote of Vertue cleaue As our Apollo by his skill foreshowes Our Salomon in wisedome and in peace Is now the Prophet of your faire increase My Lord of Buckinghams welcome to the King at Burley SIr you haue euer shin'd vpon me bright But now you strike and dazle me with light You Englands radiant Sunne vouchsafe to grace My house a Spheare too little and too base My Burley as a Cabinet containes The gemme of Europe which from golden veines Of glorious Princes to this height is growne And ioynes their precious vertues all in one When I your praise would to the world professe My thoughts with zeale and earnest feruour presse Which should be first and their officious strife Restraines my hand from painting you to life ● write and hauing written I destroy Because my lines haue bounds but not my ioy A Congratulation to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham at the Birth of his Daughter MY lines describ'd your marriage as the Spring Now like the Reapers of your fruite I sing And shew the Haruest of your constant loue In this sweete Armefull which your ioy shall proue Her Sex is signe of plenty and fore-runnes The pleasing hope of many noble Sonnes Who farre abroad their branches shall extend And spread their race till time receiue an end Be euer blest faire Childe that hast begunne So white a threed by hands of Angels spunne Thou art the first and wilt the rest beguile For thou shalt rauish with a chearefull smile Thy Parents hearts not wonted to such blisse And steale the first fruites of a tender kisse Of true Greatnesse to my Lord Marquesse of Buckingham SIr you are truely great and euery eye Not dimme with enuy ioyes to see you high But chiefely mine which buried in the night Are by your beames rais'd and restor'd to light You onely you haue pow'r to make me dwell In sight of men drawne from my silent Cell Where oft in vaine my pen would haue exprest Those precious gifts in which your minde is blest But you as much too modest are to reade Your prayse as I too weake your fame to spreade All curious formes all pictures will disgrace Your worth which must be studied in your face The liuely table where your vertue shines More clearely then in strong and waighty lines In vaine I striue to write some noble thing To make you nobler for that prudent King Whose words so oft you happy are to heare Hath made instruction needlesse to your eare Yet giue me leaue in this my silent song To shew true Greatenesse while you passe along And if you were not humble in each line Might owne your selfe and say This grace is mine They that are great and worthy to be so Hide not their rayes from meanest plants that grow Why is the Sunne set in a Throne so hie But to giue light to each inferiour eye His radiant beames distribute liuely grace To all according to their worth and place And from the humble ground those vapours draine Which are set downe in fruitefull drops of raine As God his greatnesse and his wisedome showes In Kings whose lawes the acts of men dispose So Kings among their seruants those select VVhose noble vertues may the rest direct VVho must remember that their honour tends Not to vaine pleasure but to publike ends And must not glory in their stile or birth The Starres were made for man the Heau'n for end He whose iust deedes his fellow-seruants please May serue his Sour'aigne with more ioy and ease Obeying with sincere and faithfull loue That pow'rfull hand which giues his wheele to mo●● His Spheare is large who can his duty know To Princes and respect to vs below His soule is great when it in bounds confines This scale which rays'd so high so deepe declines These are the steps by which he must aspire Beyond all things which earthly hearts desire And must so farre dilate his noble minde Till it in Heau'n eternall honour finde The order of the blessed spirits there Must be his rule while he inhabits here He must conceiue that worldly glories are Vaine shadowes Seas of sorrow springs of care All things which vnder Cynthia leade their life Are chain'd in darknesse borne and nurst in strife None scapes the force of this destroying flood But he that cleaues to God his constant good He is accurst that will delight to dwell In this blacke prison this seditious hell When with lesse paine he may imbrace the light And on his high Creatour fixe his sight Whose gracious presence giues him perfect rest And buildes a Paradise within his brest Where trees of vertues to their height increase And beare the flowres of Ioy the fruites of peace No enuie no reuenge no rage no pride No lust nor