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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

blocke prepar'd But worthy Ferrers equall portion shar'd Of griefe and terrour which the pris'ner felt His tender eyes in teares of pitty melt And hasting to the King he boldly said My Lord too many bloody staines are laid By enuious tongues vpon your peacefull raigne 〈◊〉 may their malice euer speake in vaine Afford not this aduantage to their spite None should be kill'd to day but in the fight ●our Crowne is strongly fixt your cause is good ●ast not vpon it drops of harmelesse blood His life is nothing yet will dearely cost ●f while you seeke it we perhaps haue lost Occasions of your conquest thither flie Where Rebels arm'd with cursed blades shall die And yeeld in death to your victorious awe Let naked hands be censur'd by the Law ●uch pow'r his speech and seemely action hath ●● mollifies the Tyrants bloody wrath And he commands that Stranges death be stay'd The noble Youth who was before dismay'd At deaths approching sight now sweetly cleares His cloudy sorrowes and forgets his feares As when a Steare to burning Altars led Expecting fatall blowes to cleaue his head ●s by the Priest for some religious cause Sent backe to liue and now in quiet drawes The open ayre and takes his wonted food And neuer thinkes how neere to death he stood The King though ready yet his march delayd To haue Northumberlands expected ayde To him industrious Ratcliffe swiftly hies But Percy greetes him thus My troubled eyes This night beheld my fathers angry ghost Aduising not to ioyne with Richards host Wilt thou said he so much obscure my shield To beare mine azure Lion in the field With such a Gen'rall Aske him on which side His sword was drawne when I at Towton died When Richard knew that both his hopes were vaine He forward sets with cursing and disdaine And cries Who would not all these Lords detest When Percy changeth like the Moone his crest This speech the heart of noble Ferrers rent He answers Sir though many dare repent That which they cannot now without your wrong And onely grieue they haue been true too long My brest shall neuer beare so foule a staine If any ancient blood in me remaine Which from the Norman Conqu'rours tooke descent It shall be wholly in your seruice spent I will obtaine to day aliue or dead The Crownes that grace a faithfull souldiers head Blest be thy tongue replies the King in thee The strength of all thine Ancestors I see Extending warlike armes for Englands good By thee their heire in valour as in blood But here we leaue the King and must reuiew ●●ose sonnes of Mars who cruell blades imbrue Riuers sprung from hearts that bloodlesse lie ●nd ●●aine their shining armes in sanguine die ●●re valiant Oxford and fierce Norfolke meete ●nd with their speares each other rudely greete ●bout the ayre the shiuerd pieces play ●●en on their swords their noble hands they lay ●●d Norfolke first a blow directly guides 〈◊〉 Oxfords head which from his helmet slides ●pon his arme and biting through the steele ●flicts a wound which Vere disdaines to feele 〈◊〉 lifts his fauchion with a threatning grace ●nd hewes the beuer off from Howards face ●his being done he with compassion charm'd ●etires asham'd to strike a man disarm'd 〈◊〉 straight a deadly shaft sent from a bow VVhose Master though farre off the Duke could know ●ntimely brought this combat to an end ●nd pierc'd the braine of Richards constant friend VVhen Oxford saw him sinke his noble soule VVas full of griefe which made him thus condole ●●rewell true Knight to whom no costly graue ●●n giue due honour would my teares might saue ●●ose streames of blood deseruing to be spilt 〈◊〉 better seruice had not Richards guilt ●●ch heauy weight vpon his fortune laid 〈◊〉 glorious vertues had his sinnes out waigh'd Couragious Talbot had with Surrey met And after many blowes begins to fret That one so young in Armes should thus vnmou'd Resist his strength so oft in warre approu'd And now the Earle beholds his father fall VVhose death like horri'd darkenesse frighted all Some giue themselues as captiues others flie But this young Lion casts his gen'rous eye On Mowbrayes Lion painted in his shield And with that King of beasts repines to yeeld The field saith he in which the Lion stands Is blood and blood I offer to the hands Of daring foes but neuer shall my flight Die blacke my Lion which as yet is white His enemies like cunning Huntsmen striue In binding snares to take their prey aliue VVhile he desires t' expose his naked brest And thinkes the sword that deepest strikes is best Young Howard single with an army fights VVhen mou'd with pitie two renowned Knights Strong Clarindon and valiant Coniers trie To rescue him in which attempt they die For Sauage red with blood of slaughter'd foes Doth them in midst of all his troopes inclose VVhere though the Captaine for their safetie striues Yet baser hands depriue them of their liues Now Surrey fainting scarce his sword can hold VVhich made a common souldier grow so bold To lay rude hands vpon that noble flower Which he disdaigning anger giues him power ●ects his weapon with a nimble round ●●d sends the Peasants arme to kisse the ground ●●is done to Talbot he presents his blade ●●d saith It is not hope of life hath made ●●is my submission but my strength is spent ●nd some perhaps of villaine blood will vent My weary soule this fauour I demand ●●at I may die by your victorious hand ●ay God forbid that any of my name Quoth Talbot should put out so bright a flame As burnes in thee braue Youth where thou hast err'd 〈◊〉 was thy fathers fault since he preferr'd Tyrants crowne before the iuster side ●●e Earle still mindfull of his birth replied wonder Talbot that thy noble hart ●ults on ruines of the vanquisht part 〈◊〉 had the right if now to you it flow ●●e fortune of your swords hath made it so ●euer will my lucklesse choyce repent ●or can it staine mine honour or descent 〈◊〉 Englands Royall Wreath vpon a stake ●●ere will I sight and not the place for sake ●nd if the will of God hath so dispos'd ●●at Richmonds brow be with the Crowne inclos'd ●hall to him or his giue doubtlesse signes ●hat duty in my thoughts not faction shines The earnest souldiers still the chase pursue But their Commanders grieue they should imbrue Their swords in blood which springs frō English vein The peacefull sound of trumpets them restraines From further slaughter with a milde retreat To rest contented in this first defeate The King intended at his setting out To helpe his Vantguard but a nimble scout Runnes crying Sir I saw not farre from hence Where Richmond houers with a small defence And like one guilty of some heynous ill Is couer'd with the shade of yonder hill The Rauen almost famisht ioyes not more VVhen restlesse billowes tumble to the shore A heape of bodies shipwrackt

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

whose walls VVere made of clay his whole ambition falls Into a graue death onely can declare How base the bodies of all mortals are The lying Greekes perswade vs not to doubt That Persian Nauies sailed round about The Mountaine Athos seuer'd from the Maine Such stuffe their fabulous reports containe They tell vs what a passage framed was Of ships that wheeles on solid Seas might passe That deepest Riuers failed we must thinke VVhose Floods the Medians at one meale could drink And must beleeue such other wond'rous things VVhich Sostratus relates with moyst'ned wings But that great King of whom these tales they frame Tell me how backe from Salamis he came That barb'rous Prince who vs'd to whip the VVinds Not suff'ring strokes when Aeolus them binds He who proud Neptune in his fetters chain'd And thought his rage by mildnesse much restrain'd Because he did not brand him for his slaue VVhich of the Gods would such a Master haue But how return'd he with one slender bote VVhich through the bloody waues did slowly flote Oft stay'd with heapes of carkases these paines He as the fruits of long-wisht glory gaines Giue length of life O Ioue giue many yeeres Thou prayst with vpright count'nance pale with feares Not to be heard yet long old age complaines Of great continuall griefes which it containes As first a foule and a deformed face Vnlike it selfe a rugged hide in place Of softer skin loose cheekes and wrinkles made As large as those which in the wooddy shade Of spacious Tabraca the mother Ape Deepe furrow'd in her aged chaps doth scrape Great diff'rence is in persons that be young Some are more beautifull and some more strong Then others but in each old man we see The same aspect his trembling limbes agree With shaking voyce and thou may'st adde to those A bald head and a childish dropping nose The wretched man when to this state he comes Must breake his hard bread with vnarmed gummes So lothsome that his children and his wife Grow weary of him he of his owne life And Cossus hardly can his sight sustaine Though wont to flatter dying men for gaine Now his benummed palate cannot taste His meate or drinke the pleasures now are past Of sensuall lust yet he in buried fires Retaines vnable and vnfit desires What ioy can musicke to his hearing bring Though best Musicians yea Seleucus sing Who purchase golden raiments by their voyce In Theaters he needs not make his choice Of place to sit since that his deaf'ned eare Can scarce the Corners and the Trumpets heare His Boy must cry aloud to let him know Who comes to see him how the time doth goe A Feuer onely heates his wasted blood In eu'ry part assaulted with a flood Of all diseases if their names thou aske Thou mayst as well appoint me for a taske To tell what close adulterers Hippia loues How many sick-men Themison remoues Out of this world within one Autumnes date How many poore confederates of our State Haue been by griping Basilus distrest How many Orphanes Irus hath opprest To what possessions he is now preferr'd Who in my youth scorn'd not to cut my beard Some feeble are in shoulders loynes or thighes Another is depriu'd of both his eyes And enuies those as happy that haue one This man too weake to take his meate alone With his pale lips must feede at others hands While he according to his custome stands With gaping iawes like to the Swallowes brood To whom their hungry mother carries food In her full mouth yet worse in him we find Then these defects in limbes a doting mind He cannot his owne seruants names recite Nor know his friend with whom he supt last night Not those he got and bred with cruell spots Out of his will his doubtlesse heires he blots And all his goods to Phialè bequeathes So sweet to him a common Strumpet breathes But if his senses should not thus be spent His childrens fun'ralls he must oft lament He his deare wiues and brothers death bemones And sees the vrnes full of his sisters bones Those that liue long endure this lingring paine That oft they find new causes to complaine While they mishaps in their owne house behold In woes and mournefull garments growing old The Pylian King as Homers verses show In length of life came nearest to the Crow Thou thinkst him blest whom death so long forbeares Who on his right hand now accounts his yeeres By hundreds with an ancient num'rall signe And hath the fortune oft to drinke new wine But now obserue how much he blames the law Of Fates because too large a thread they draw When to Antilochus last Rites he came And saw his beard blaze in the fun'rall flame Then with demands to those that present are He thus his gre'uous mis'ry doth declare VVhy should I last thus long what hainous crime Hath made me worthy of such spatious time Like voyces Peleus vs'd when he bewail'd Achilles whom vntimely death assail'd And sad Laertes who had cause to weepe For his Vlisses swimming on the deepe When Troy was safe then Priam might haue gone With stately Exequies and solemne mone T' accompany Assaracus his ghost His fun'rall Herse enricht with Princely cost VVhich Hector with his other brothers beares Amidst the flood of Ilian womens teares VVhen first Cassandra practis'd to lament And faire Polyx●na with garments rent If he had dy'd ere Paris plac'd his sayles In ventrous ships see what long age auailes This caus'd him to behold his ruin'd Towne The swords and fiers which conquer'd Asia drowne Then he a trembling souldier off doth cast His Diademe takes armour but at last Falls at Ioues Altar like an Oxe decai'd VVhose pittifull thinne necke is prostrate laid To his hard Masters knife disdained now Because not fit to draw th' vngratefull plow Yet dy'd he humane death but his curst wife Bark't like a Dog remaining still in life To our examples willingly I haste And therefore Mithridates haue orepast And Croesus whom iust Solon bids t' attend And not to iudge men happy till the end This is the cause that banisht Marius flies That he imprison'd is and that he lies In close Minturnaes Fennes to hide his head And neere to conquer'd Carthage begs his bread VVise nature had not fram'd nor Rome brought forth A Citizen more Noble for his worth If hauing to the view his captiues led And all his warlike pompe in glory spred Then his triumphant soule he forth had sent VVhen from his Cimbrian Chariot downe he went Campania did for Pompeyes good prouide Strong Feuers which if he had then espy'd What would ensue were much to be desir'd But many Cities publike vowes conspir'd And this so happy sicknesse could deface Reseruing him to dye with more disgrace Romes and his fortune onely sau'd his head To be cut off when ouercom'n he fled This paine the Traytor Lentulus doth scape Cethegus not disfigur'd in his shape Enioying all his limbes vnmaimed lyes And

The custome is to spread abroad VVhite linnens grac'd with splendour pure Sabaean Myrrh on bodies strow'd Preserues them from decay secure The hollow stones by Caruers wrought VVhich in faire monuments are laid Declare that pledges thither brought Are not to death but sleepe conuay'd The pious Christians this ordaine Beleeuing with a prudent eye That those shall rise and liue againe Who now in freezing slumbers lye He that the dead disperst in fields In pittie hides with heapes of molds To his Almighty Sauiour yeelds A worke which he with ioy beholds The same Law warnes vs all to grone VVhom one seuere condition ties And in anothers death to mone All Fun'rals as of our Allies That Reu'rend man in goodnesse bred VVho blest Tobias did beget Preferr'd the buriall of the dead Before his meate though ready set He while the seruants waiting stand Forsakes the cups the dishes leaues And digges a graue with speedy hand Which with the bones his teares receiues Rewards from heau'n this worke requite No slender price is here repaid God cleares the eyes that saw no light While Fishes gall on them is laid Then the Creator would descry How farre from reason they are led VVho sharpe and bitter things apply To soules on which new light is spred He also taught that to no wight The heau'nly Kingdome can be seene Till vext with wounds and darksome night He in the worlds rough waues hath been The curse of death a blessing finds Because by this tormenting woe Steepe waies lye plaine to spotlesse minds VVho to the Starres by sorrowes goe The bodies which long perisht lay Returne to liue in better yeeres That vnion neuer shall decay VVhere after death new warmth appeares The face where now pale colour dwels VVhence foule infection shall arise The flowres in splendour then excels VVhen blood the skinne with beauty dies No age by Times imperious law With enuious prints the forehead dimmes No drought no leanenesse then can draw The moysture from the wither'd limmes Diseases which the body eate Infected with oppressing paines In midst of torments then shall sweate Imprison'd in a thousand chaines The conqu'ring flesh immortall growes Beholding from the skies aboue The endlesse groning of her foes For sorrowes which from them did moue VVhy are vndecent howlings mixt By liuing men in such a case VVhy are decrees so sweetly fixt Reprou'd with discontented face Let all complaints and murmurs faile Ye tender mothers stay your teares Let none their children deare bewaile For life renew'd in death appeares So buried seeds though dry and dead Againe with smiling greenenesse spring And from the hollow furrowes bred Attempt new eares of corne to bring Earth take this man with kind embrace In thy soft bosome him conceiue For humane members here I place And gen'rous parts in trust I leaue This house the soule her guest once felt VVhich from the Makers mouth proceeds Here sometime feruent wisdome dwelt VVhich Christ the Prince of VVisedome breeds A cou'ring for this body make The Author neuer will forget His workes nor will those lookes forsake In which he hath his Picture set For when the course of time is past And all our hopes fulfill'd shall be Thou op'ning must restore at last The limbes in shape which now we see Nor if long age with pow'rfull reigne Shall turne the bones to scatter'd dust And onely ashes shall retaine In compasse of a handfull thrust Nor if swift Floods or strong command Of VVindes through empty Ayre haue tost The members with the flying Sand Yet man is neuer fully lost O God while mortall bodies are Recall'd by thee and form'd againe VVhat happy seate wilt thou prepare VVhere spotlesse soules may safe remaine In Abrahams bosome they shall lie Like Lazarus whose flowry Crowne The rich man doth farre off espie While him sharpe fiery torments drowne Thy words O Sauiour we respect Whose triumph driues black Death to losse When in thy steps thou would'st direct The Thiefe thy fellow on the Crosse The faithfull see a shining way Whose length to Paradise extends This can them to those trees conuay Lost by the Serpents cunning ends To Thee I pray most certaine Guide O let this soule which thee obay'd In her faire birth-place pure abide From which she banisht long hath stray'd While we vpon the couer'd bones Sweet violets and leaues will throw The title and the cold hard stones Shall with our liquid odours flow FINIS