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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

measures erre not with a faulty line That all within be solid lest some blow Should by the sound the empty vessell show Ere he to gentle sleepe his eyes will lay His thoughts reuolue the actions of the day What houres from me with dull neglect haue runne What was in time or out of season done Why hath this worke adorning-beauty lackt Or reason wanted in another fact What things haue I forgotten why design'd To seeke those ends which better were declin'd When to the needy wretch I gaue reliefe Why was my broken soule possest with griefe In what haue my mistaking wishes err'd Why profit more then honesty preferr'd Could my sharpe words another man incense Or were my bookes compos'd to breed offence How comes it that corrupted nature-drawes My will from disciplines amending lawes Thus going slowly through his words and deeds He from one eu'ning to the next proceeds Peruerting crimes he checkes with angry frownes Straight leuell'd Vertues he rewards with Crownes Claudians Epigram of the old man of Verona THrice happy he whose age is spent vpon his owne The same house sees him old which him a child hath known He leanes vpon his staffe in sand where once he crept His mem'ry long descents of one poore cote hath kept He through the various strife of fortune neuer past Nor as a wand'ring guest would forraine waters taste He neuer fear'd the seas in trade nor sound of warres Nor in hoarse courts of law hath felt litigious iarres Vnskilfull in affaires he knowes no City neare So freely he enioyes the sight of heau'n more cleare The yeeres by seu'rall corne not Consuls he computes He notes the Spring by flowres and Autumne by the fruits One space put downe the Sunne and brings againe the rayes Thus by a certaine Orbe he measures out the dayes Remembring some great Oke from small beginning spred He sees the wood grow old which with himselfe was bred Verona next of Townes as farre as India seemes And for the ruddy Sea Benacus he esteemes Yet still his armes are firme his strength vntam'd and greene The full third age hath him a lusty Grandsire seene Let others trauaile farre and hidden coasts display This man hath more of life and those haue more of way Vpon the two great Feasts of the Annunciation and Resurrection falling on the same day March 25. 1627. THrice happy day which sweetly do'st combine Two Hemispheres in th'Equinoctiall line The one debasing God to earthly paine The other raising man to endlesse raigne Christs humble steps declining to the wombe Touch heau'nly scales erected on his Tombe We first with Gabriel must this Prince conuay Into his chamber on the marriage day Then with the other Angels cloth'd in white We will adore him in this conqu'ring Night The Sonue of God assuming humane breath Becomes a subiect to his vassall Death That Graues and Hell laid open by his strife May giue vs passage to a better life See for this worke how things are newly styl'd Man is declar'd Almighty God a Child The Word made Flesh is speechlesse and the Light Begins from Clouds and sets in depth of night Behold the Sunne eclips'd for many yeeres And eu'ry day more dusky robes he weares Till after totall darkenesse shining faire No Moone shall barre his splendor from the Aire Let faithfull soules this double Feast attend In two Processions let the first descend The Temples staires and with a downe-cast eye Vpon the lowest pauement prostrate lie In creeping Violets white Lillies shine Their humble thoughts and eu'ry pure designe The other troope shall climbe with sacred heate The rich degrees of Salomons bright seate In glowing Roses feruent zeale they beare And in the Azure Flowre de lis appeare Celestiall contemplations which aspire Aboue the skie vp to th' immortall Quire Of the Epiphany FAire Easterne Starre that art ordain'd to runne Before the Sages to the rising Sunne Here cease thy course and wonder that the cloud Of this poore Stable can thy Maker shroud Ye heauenly bodies glory to be bright And are esteem'd as ye are rich in light But here on earth is taught a diff'rent way Since vnder this low roofe the Highest lay Ierusalem erects her stately Towres Displayes her windowes and adornes her bowres Yet there thou must not cast a trembling sparke Let Herods Palace still continue darke Each Schoole and Synagogue thy force repels There pride enthron'd in misty errours dwels The Temple where the Priests maintaine their quite Shall taste no beame of thy Celestiall fire While this weake Cottage all thy splendor takes A ioyfull gate of eu'ry chinke it makes Here shines no golden roofe no Iu'ry staire No King exalted in a stately chaire Girt with attendants or by Heralds styl'd But straw and hay inwrap a speechlesse Child Yet Sabaes Lords before this Babe vnfold Their treasures off'ring Incense Myrrh and Gold The Cribbe becomes an Altar therefore dies No Oxe nor Sheepe for in their fodder lies The Prince of Peace who thankfull for his bed Destroyes those Rites in which their blood was shed The quintessence of earth he takes and fees And precious gummes distill'd from weeping trees Rich Metals and sweet Odours now declare The glorious blessings which his Lawes prepare To cleare vs from the base and lothsome flood Of sense and make vs fit for Angels food Who lift to God for vs the holy smoke Of feruent pray'rs with which we him inuoke And trie our actions in that searching fire By which the Seraphims our lips inspire No muddy drosse pure Min'ralls shall infect We shall exhale our vapours vp direct No stormes shall crosse nor glitt'ring lights deface Perpetuall sighes which seeke a happy place Of the Transfiguration of our Lord. YEe that in lowly valleyes weeping sate And taught your humble soules to mourne of la●● For sinnes and suff'rings breeding griefes and feares And made the Riuers bigger with your teares Now cease your sad complaints till fitter time And with those three belou'd Apostles clime To lofty Thabor where your happy eyes Shall see the Sunne of glory brightly rise Draw neere and euer blesse that sacred hill That there no heate may parch no frost may kill The tender plants nor any thunder blast That top by which all mountaines are surpast By steepe and briery paths ye must ascend But if ye know to what high scope ye tend No let nor danger can your steps restraine The crags will easie seeme the thickets plaine Our Lord there stands not with his painefull Crosse Laid on his shoulders mouing you to losse Of precious things nor calling you to beare That burden which so much base worldlings feare Here are no promist hopes obscur'd with clouds No sorrow with dim vailes true pleasure shrowds But perfect Ioy which here discouer'd shines To taste of heauenly light your thoughts inclines And able is to weane deluded mindes From fond delight which wretched mortals blinds Yet let not sense so much your reason sway As to desire for euer

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