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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

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

wheeles to run Vntill the length of his whole course be spun No enuious cloud obscures his struggling light VVhich sets contented at the point of night Yet this large time no greater profit brings Then eu'ry little moment whence it springs Vnlesse imploy'd in workes deseruing praise Most weare out many yeeres and liue few dayes Time flowes from instants and of these each one Should be esteem'd as if it were alone The shortest space which we so lightly prize VVhen it is comming and before our eyes Let it but slide into th' eternall Maine No Realmes no worlds can purchase it againe Remembrance onely makes the footsteps last VVhen winged Time which fixt the prints is past This he well-knowing all occasions tries T' enrich his owne and others learned eyes This noble end not hope of gaine did draw His minde to trauaile in the knotty Law That was to him by serious labour made A Science which to many is a Trade VVho purchase lands build houses by their tongue And study right that they may practise wrong His bookes were his rich purchases his fees That praise which Fame to painefull works decrees His mem'ry hath a surer ground then theirs VVho trust in stately Tombes or wealthy Heires To the immortall memory of the fairest and most vertuous Lady the Lady Clifton HEr tongue hath ceast to speake which might make dumbe All tongues might stay all Pens all hands ben●●● Yet I must write O that it might haue beene While she had liu'd and had my verses seene Before sad cries deaf'd my vntuned eares When verses flow'd more easily then teares Ah why neglected I to write her prayse And paint her Vertues in those happy dayes Then my now trembling hand and dazled eye Had seldome fail'd hauing the patterne by Or had it err'd or made some strokes amisse For who can portray vertue as it is Art might with Nature haue maintain'd her strife By curious lines to imitate true life But now those Pictures want their liuely grace As after death none can well draw the face We let our friends passe idlely like our time Till they be gone then we see our crime And thinke what worth in them might haue beene known What duties done and what affection showne Vntimely knowledge which so deare doth cost And then beginnes when the thing knowne is lost Yet this cold loue this enuie this neglect Proclaimes vs modest while our due respect To goodnesse is restrain'd by seruile feare Lest to the world it flatt'ry should appeare As if the present houres deseru'd no prayse But age is past whose knowledge onely stayes On that weake prop which memory sustaines Should be the proper subiect of our straines Or as if foolish men asham'd to sing Of Violets and Roses in the Spring Should tarry till the flow'rs were blowne away And till the Muses life and heate decay Then is the fury slak'd the vigour fled As here in mine since it with her was dead Which still may sparkle but shall flame no more Because no time shall her to vs restore Yet may these Sparks thus kindled with her fame Shine brighter and liue longer then some flame Here expectation vrgeth me to tell Her high perfections which the world knew well But they are farre beyond my skill t' vnfold They were poore vertues if they might be told But thou who faine would'st take a gen'rall view Of timely fruites which in this garden grew On all the vertues in mens actions looke Or reade their names writ in some morall booke And summe the number which thou there shalt find So many liu'd and triumph'd in her minde Nor dwelt these Graces in a house obscure But in a Palace faire which might allure The wretch who no respect to vertue bore To loue It for the garments which it wore So that in her the body and the soule Contended which should most adorne the whole O happy Soule for such a body meete How are the firme chaines of that vnion sweete Disseuer'd in the twinkling of an eye And we amaz'd dare aske no reason why But silent think that God is pleas'd to show That he hath workes whose ends we cannot know Let vs then cease to make a vaine request To learne why die the fairest why the best For all these things which mortals hold most deare Most slipp'ry are and yeeld lesse ioy then feare And being lifted high by mens desire Are more perspicuous markes for heau'nly fire And are laid prostrate with the first assault Because our loue makes their desert their fault Then Iustice vs to some amends should mooue For this our fruitelesse nay our hurtfull loue We in their Honour piles of stone erect With their deare Names and worthy prayses de●●●● But since those faile their glories we rehearse In better Marble euerlasting verse By which we gather from consuming houres Some parts of them though time the rest deuoures Then if the Muses can forbid to die As we their Priests suppose why may not I Although the least and hoarsest in the quire Cleare beames of blessed immortality inspire To keepe thy blest remembrance euer young Still to be freshly in all Ages sung Or if my worke in this vnable be Yet shall it euer liue vpheld by thee For thou shalt liue though Poems should decay Since Parents teach their Sonnes thy prayse to say And to posterity from hand to hand Conuay it with their blessing and their land Thy quiet rest from death this good deriues Instead of one it giues thee many liues While these lines last thy shadow dwelleth here Thy fame it selfe extendeth eu'ry where In Heau'n our hopes haue plac'd thy better part Thine Image liues in thy sad Husbands heart Who as when he enioy'd thee he was chiefe In loue and comfort so is he now in griefe Vpon the death of the most noble Lord Henry Earle of Southampton 1624. WHen now the life of great Southampton ends His fainting seruants and astonisht friends Stand like so many weeping Marble stones No passage left to vtter sighes or grones And must I first dissolue the bonds of griefe And straine forth words to giue the rest reliefe I will be bold my trembling voyce to trie That his deare Name may not in silence die The world must pardon if my song bee weake In such a case it is enough to speake My verses are not for the present age For what man liues or breathes on Englands stage That knew not braue Southampton in whose sight Most plac'd their day and in his absence night I striue that vnborne Children may conceiue Of what a Iewell angry Fates bereaue This mournefull Kingdome and when heauy woes Oppresse their hearts thinke ours as great as those In what estate shall I him first expresse In youth or age in ioy or in distresse When he was young no ornament of youth Was wanting in him acting that in truth Which Cyrus did in shadow and to men Appear'd like Peleus sonne from Chirons Den While through

fires Whose heate the Greeke and Roman works inspires Pure phrase fit Epithets a sober care Of Metaphors descriptions cleare yet rare Similitudes contracted smooth and round Not vext by learning but with Nature crown'd Strong figures drawne from deepe inuentions springs Consisting lesse in words and more in things A language not affecting ancient times Nor Latine shreds by which the Pedant climes A noble subiect which the mind may lift To easie vse of that peculiar gift Which Poets in their raptures hold most deare VVhen actions by the liuely sound appeare Giue me such helpes I neuer will despaire But that our heads which sucke the freezing aire As well as hotter braines may verse adorne And be their wonder as we were their scorne To the glorious memory of our late Soueraigne Lord King Iames. WEepe O ye Nymphes that from your caues may flow Those trickling drops whence mighty riuers flow Disclose your hidden store let eu'ry Spring To this our Sea of griefe some tribute bring And when ye once haue wept your Fountaines dry The heau'n with showres will send a new supply But if these cloudy treasures prooue too scant Our teares shall helpe when other moystures want This I le nay Europe nay the World bewailes Our losse with such a Streame as neuer failes Abundant floods from eu'ry letter rise When we pronounce great Iames our Soueraigne dies And while I write these words I trembling stand A sudden darkenesse hath possest the Land I cannot now expresse my selfe by signes All eyes are blinded none can reade my lines Till Charles ascending driues away the night And in his splendour giues my Verses light Thus by the beames of his succeeding flame I shall describe his Fathers boundlesse Fame The Grecian Emp'rours gloried to be borne And nurst in Purple by their Parents worne See here a King whose birth together twines The Britan English Norman Scottish lines How like a Princely Throne his Cradle stands White Diadems become his swathing bands His glory now makes all the Earth his Tombe But enuious Fiends would in his Mothers wombe Interre his rising greatnesse and contend Against the Babe whom heau'nly troopes defend And giue such vigour in his childhoods-state That he can strangle Snakes which swell with hate This conquest his vndaunted brest declares In Seas of danger in a world of cares Yet neither cares oppresse his constant mind Nor dangers drowne his life for age design'd The Muses leaue their sweet Castalian Springs In forme of Bees extending silken wings Wi●h gentle sounds to keepe this Infant still While they his mouth with pleasing hony fill Hence those large Streames of Eloquence proceed Which in the hearers strange amazement breed When laying by his Scepters and his Swords He melts their hearts with his mellifluous words So Hercules in ancient ●ictures fain'd Could draw whole Nations to his tongue enchain'd He first considers in his tender age How God hath rays'd him on this earthly Stage To act a part expos'd to eu'ry eye With Salomon he therefore striues to flie To him that gaue this Greatnesse and demands The precious gift of Wisdome from his hands While God delighted with this iust request Not onely him with wondrous Prudence blest But promis'd higher glories new encrease Of Kingdomes circled with a Ring of Peace He thus instructed by diuine commands Extends this peacefull line to other Lands When warres are threaten'd by shril Trumpets sounds His Oliue stancheth bloud and binds vp wounds The Christian World this good from him deriues That thousands had vntimely spent their liues If not preseru'd by lustre of his Crowne Which calm'd the stormes layd the billowes down And dimm'd the glory of that Roman wreath By souldiers gain'd for sauing men from death This Denmarke felt and Swethland when their strife Ascended to such height that losse of life VVas counted nothing for the dayly sight Of dying men made Death no more then night Behold two potent Princes deepe engag'd In seu'rall int'rests mutually enrag'd By former conflicts yet they downe will lay Their swords when his aduice directs the way The Northerne Climates from dissention barr'd Receiue new ioyes by his discreete award When Momus could among the Godlike-Kings Infect with poyson those immortall Springs Which flow with Nectar and such gall would cast As spoyles the sweetnesse of Ambrosiaes taste This mighty Lord as Ruler of the Quire With peacefull counsels quencht the rising fire The Austrian Arch-duke and Batauian State By his endeuours change their long-bred hate For twelue yeeres truce this rest to him they owe As Belgian Shepherds and poore Ploughmen know The Muscouites opprest with neighbours flie To safe protection of his watchfull eye And Germany his ready succours tries When sad contentions in the Empire rise His mild instinct all Christians thus discerne But Christs malignant foes shall find him sterne What care what charge he suffers to preuent Lest Infidels their number should augment His ships restraine the Pirates bloody workes And Poland gaines his ayde against the Turkes His pow'rfull Edicts stretcht beyond the Line Among the Indians seu'rall bounds designe By which his subiects may exalt his Throne And strangers keepe themselues within their owne This Ile was made the Sunnes ecliptick way For here our Phoebus still vouchsaf'd to stay And from this blessed place of his retreat In diff'rent Zones distinguisht cold and heate Sent light or darknesse and by his Commands Appointed limits to the Seas and Lands Who would imagine that a Prince employ'd In such affaires could euer haue enioy'd Those houres which drawne from pleasure and from rest To purchase precious knowledge were addrest And yet in learning he was knowne t' exceed Most whom our houses of the Muses breed Ye English Sisters Nurses of the Arts Vnpartiall Iudges of his better parts Raise vp your wings and to the world declare His solid Iudgement his Inuention rare His ready Elocution which ye found In deepest matters that your Schooles propound It is sufficient for my creeping Verse His care of English Language to rehearse He leades the lawlesse Poets of our times To smoother cadence to exacter Rimes He knew it was the proper worke of Kings To keepe proportion eu'n in smallest things He with no higher titles can be styl'd When Seruants name him lib'rall Subiects Mild. Of Antonines faire time the Romans tell No bubbles of ambition then could swell To forraine warres nor ease bred ciuill strife Nor any of the Senate lost his life Our King preserues for two and twenty yeeres This Realme from inward and from outward feares All English Peeres escape the deadly stroke Though some with crimes his anger durst prouoke He was seuere in wrongs which others felt But in his owne his heart would quickly melt For then like God from whom his glories flow He makes his Mercy swift his Iustice slow He neuer would our gen'rall ioy forget VVhen on his sacred brow the Crowne was set And therefore striues to make his Kingdome

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