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heaven_n	angel_n	earth_n	prayer_n	2,072	5	5.8252	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

great By fixing here his Heires perpetuall Seate VVhich eu'ry firme and loyall heart desires May last as long as heau'n hath starry fires Continued blisse from him this Land receiues VVhen leauing vs to vs his Sonne he leaues Our hope our ioy our treasure Charles our King VVhose entrance in my next attempt I sing A Panegyrick at the Coronation of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles AVrora come why should thine enuious stay Deferre the ioyes of this expected day VVill not thy master let his horses runne Because he feares to meete another Sunne Or hath our Northerne Starre so dimm'd thine eyes Thou knowst not where at East or VVest to rise Make haste for if thou shalt denie thy light His glitt'ring Crowne will driue away the night Debarre not curious Phoebus who desires To guild all glorious obiects with his fires And could his beames lay open peoples harts As well as he can view their outward parts He heere should find a triumph such as he Hath neuer seene perhaps shall neuer see Shine forth great Charles accept our loyall words Throw frō your pleasing eies those conqu'ring swords That when vpon your Name our voyces call The Birds may feele our thund'ring noise and fall Soft Ayre rebounding in a circled ring Shall to the Gates of Heau'n our wishes bring For vowes which with so strong affection flie From many lips will doubtlesse pierce the skie And God who knowes the secrets of our minds When in our brests he these two vertues finds Sincerity and Concord ioyn'd in pray'r For him whom Nature made vndoubted Heyre Of three faire Kingdoms will his Angels send With blessings from his Throne this pompe t' attend Faire Citty Englands Gemme the Queene of Trade By sad infection lately desart made Cast off thy mourning robes forget thy teares Thy cleare and healthfull iupiter appeares Pale Death who had thy silent streets possest And some foule dampe or angry Planet prest To work his rage now from th' Almighties will Receiues command to hold his Iauelin still But since my Muse pretends to tune a song Fit for this day and fit t' inspire this throng Whence shall I kindle such immortall fires From Ioyes or Hopes from Prayses or Desires To prayse him would require an endlesse wheele Yet nothing told but what we see and feele A thousand tongues for him all gifts intreate In which Felicity may claime her seate Large Honour happy Conquest boundlesse Wealth Long Life sweete Children vnafflicted Health But chiefely we esteeme that precious thing Of which already we behold the Spring Directing Wisdome and we now presage How high that vertue will ascend in age In him our certaine confidence vnites All former worthy Princes spreading lights And addes his glorious Father to the summe From ancient times no greater Name can come Our hopefull King thus to his Subiects shines And reades in faithfull hearts these zealous lines This is our Countries Father this is Hee In whome we liue and could not liue so free Were we not vnder him his watchfull care Preuents our dangers how shall we declare Our thankfull minds but by the humble gift Of firme obedience which to him we lift As he is Gods true Image choicely wrought And for our ioy to these Dominions brought So must we imitate celestiall bands Which grudge not to performe diuine commands His brest transparent like a liquid flood Discouers his aduice for publike good But if we iudge it by deceiuing fame Like Semele we thinke Ioues piercing flame No more then common fire in ashes nurst Till formelesse fancies in their errors burst Shall we discusse his counsels We are blest Who know our blisse and in his iudgement rest Of the Princes iourney THe happy ship that carries from the Land Great Britaines ioy before she knowes her losse Is rul'd by him who can the waues command No enuious stormes a quiet passage crosse See how the water smiles the winde breathes faire The cloudes restraine their frownes their sighes their teares As if the Musicke of the whisp'ring ayre Should tell the Sea what precious weight it beares A thousand vowes and wishes driue the sayles VVith gales of safety to the Neustrian shore The Ocean trusted with this pledge bewailes That it such wealth must to the Earth restore Then France receiuing with a deare imbrace This Northerne Starre though clouded and disguis'd Beholds some hidden vertue in his face And knowes he is a Iewell highly priz'd Yet there no pleasing sights can make him stay For like a Riuer sliding to the Maine He hastes to find the period of his way And drawne by loue drawes all our hearts to Spaine Of the Princes departure and returne WHen Charles from vs withdrawes his glorious light The Sunne desires his absence to supply And that we may nothing in darknesse lie He striues to free the North from dreadfull night Yet we to Phoebus scarce erect our sight But all our lookes our thoughts to Charles apply And in the best delights of life we die Till he returne and make this Climate bright Now he ascends and giues Apollo leaue To driue his Horses to the lower part VVe by his presence like content receiue As when fresh spirits aide the fainting heart Rest here great Charles and shine to vs alone For other Starres are common Charles our owne Of the Princes most happy returne OVr Charles whose Horses neuer quencht the●● heate In cooling waues of Neptunes watry seate Whose starry Chariot in the spangled night Was still the pleasing obiect of our sight This glory of the North hath lately runne A course as round and certaine as the Sunne He to the South inclining halfe the yeere Now at our Tropike will againe appeare He made his setting in the Westerne streames Where weary Phoebus dips his fading beames But in this morning our erected eyes Become so happy as to see him rise VVe shall not euer in the shadow stay His absence was to bring a longer day That hauing felt how darknesse can affright VVe may with more content embrace the light And call to mind how eu'ry soule with paine Sent forth her throwes to fetch him home againe For want of him we wither'd in the Spring But his returne shall life in VVinter bring The Plants which whē he went were growing greene Retaine their former Liu'ries to be seene VVhen he reuiewes them his expected eye Preseru'd their beauty ready oft to die VVhat tongue what hand can to the life display The glorious ioy of this triumphant day VVhen England crown'd with many thousand fires Receiues the scope of all her best desires She at his sight as with an Earthquake swells And strikes the Heau'n with sound of trembling bells The vocall Goddesse leauing desart woods Slides downe the vales and dancing on the floods Obserues our words and with repeating noise Contends to double our abundant ioyes The VVorlds cleare eye is iealous of his name He sees this He like one continuall flame And feares lest Earth a brighter