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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

on which perdition waites But when thine eyes the prickly thornes haue past See in the circle boundlesse ioyes at last Pilgrim These things are now most cleare thee I imbrace Immortall Wreath let worldlings count thee base Choyce is thy matter glorious is thy shape Fit Crowne for them who tempting dangers scap̄e An act of Contrition WHen first my reason dawning like the day Disperst the clouds of childish sense away Gods Image fram'd in that superior Tow'r Diuinely drew mine vnderstanding pow'r To thinke vpon his Greatnesse and to feare His darts of thunder which the mountaines teare And when with feeble light my soule began T' acknowledge him a higher thing then man My next discourse erected by his grace Conceiues him free from bounds of time or place And sees the furthest that of him is knowne All spring from him and he depends of none The steps which in his various workes are seal'd The doctrines in his sacred Church reueal'd Were all receiu'd as truths into my mind Yet durst I breake his lawes O strangely blind My festring wounds are past the launcing cure Which terrour giues to thoughts at first impure No helpe remaines these vlcers to remoue Vnlesse I scorch them with the flames of loue Lord from thy wrath my soule appeales and flyes To gracious beames of those indulgent eyes Which brought me first from nothing and sustaine My life lest it to nothing turne againe VVhich in thy Sonnes blood washt my parents sinne And taught me waies eternall blisse to winne The Starres which guide my Bark with heau'nly calls My boords in shipwrack after many falls In these I trust and wing'd with pleasing hope Attempt new flight to come to thee my scope VVhom I esteeme a thousand times more deare Then worldly things which faire and sweet appeare Rebellious flesh which thee so oft offends Presents her teares alas a poore amends But thou accept'st them Hence they precious grow As liuing waters which from Eden flow VVith these I wish my vitall blood may runne Ere new Eclipses dimme this glorious Sunne And yeeld my selfe afflicting paines to take For thee my Spouse and onely for thy sake Hell could not fright me with immortall fire VVere it not arm'd with thy forsaking ire Nor should I looke for comfort and delight In heau'n if heau'n were shadow'd from thy sight In Desolation O Thou who sweetly bend'st my stubborne will VVho send'st thy stripes to teach and not to kill Thy chearefull face from me no longer hide Withdraw these clouds the scourges of my pride I sinke to hell if I be lower throwne I see what man is being left alone My substance which from nothing did begin Is worse then nothing by the waight of sin I see my selfe in such a wretched state As neither thoughts conceiue or words relate How great a distance parts vs for in thee Is endlesse good and boundlesse ill in mee All creatures proue me abiect but how low Thou onely know'st and teachest me to know To paint this basenesse Nature is too base This darknesse yeelds not but to beames of grace Where shall I then this piercing splendor find Or found how shall it guide me being blind Grace is a taste of blisse a glorious gift Which can the soule to heau'nly comforts lift It will not shine to me whose mind is drown'd In sorrowes and with worldly troubles bound It will not daigne within that house to dwell Where drinesse raignes and proud distractions swell Perhaps it sought me in those lightsome dayes Of my first feruour when few winds did raise The waues and ere they could full strength obtaine Some whisp'ring gale straight charm'd them downe again When all seem'd calme yet the Virgins child On my deuotions in his manger smild While then I simply walkt nor heed could take Of complacence that slye deceitfull Snake When yet I had not dang'rously refus'd So many calls to vertue nor abus'd The spring of life which I so oft enioy'd Nor made so many good intentions voyd Deseruing thus that grace should quite depart And dreadfull hardnesse should possesse my heart Yet in that state this onely good I found That fewer spots did then my conscience wound Though who can censure whether in those times The want of feeling seem'd the want of crimes If solid vertues dwell not but in paine I will not wish that golden age againe Because it flow'd with sensible delights Of heauenly things God hath created nights As well as dayes to decke the varied Globe Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe Of desolation as in white attire Which better fits the bright celestiall Quire Some in foule seasons perish through despaire But more through boldnesse when the daies are faire This then must be the med'cine for my woes To yeeld to what my Sauiour shall dispose To glory in my basenesse to reioyce In mine afflictions to obey his voyce As well when threatnings my defects reproue As when I cherisht am with words of loue To say to him in eu'ry time and place Withdraw thy comforts so thou leaue thy grace In spirituall comfort ENough delight O mine eternall good I feare to perish in this fiery flood And doubt lest beames of such a glorious light Should rather blind me then extend my sight For how dare mortals here their thoughts erect To taste those ioyes which they in heau'n expect But God inuites them in his boundlesse loue And lifts their heauy minds to things aboue VVho would not follow such a pow'rfull guide Immid'st of flames or through the raging tide VVhat carelesse soule will not admire the grace Of such a Lord who knowes the dang'rous place In which his seruants liue their natiue woes Their weake defence and fury of their foes And casting downe to earth these golden chaines From hels steepe brinke their sliding steps restraines His deare affection flies with wings of haste He will not stay till this short life be past But in this vale where teares of griefe abound He oft with teares of ioy his friends hath drown'd Man what desir'st thou wouldst thou purchase health Great honour perfect pleasure peace and wealth All these are here and in their glory raigne In other things these names are false and vaine True wisdome bids vs to this banquet haste That precious Nectar may renew the taste Of Edens dainties by our parents lost For one poore Apple which so deare would cost That eu'ry man a double death should pay But mercy comes the latter stroke to stay And leauing mortall bodies to the knife Of Iustice striues to saue the better life No sou'raigne med'cine can be halfe so good Against destruction as this Angels food This inward illustration when it finds A seate in humble and indiff'rent minds If wretched men contemne a Sunne so bright Dispos'd to stray and stumble in the night And seeke contentment where they oft haue knowne By deare experience that there can be none They would much more neglect their God their end

rapine should his courses guide Though all the world conspire to doe him grace Yet he is little and extremely base If in his heart these vices take their seate No pow'r can make the slaue of passions great Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Armes BEhold the Ensignes of a Christian Knight VVhose Field is like his minde of siluer bright His bloudy Crosse supports fiue golden Shels A precious Pearle in euery Scallop dwels Fiue Vertues grace the middle and the bounds VVhich take their light frō Christs victorious wounds Vpon the Top commanding Prudence shines Repressing Temp'rance to the foote declines Braue Fortitude and Iustice are the hands And Charity as in the Center stands VVhich binding all the ends with strong effect To euery Vertue holds the same respect May he that beares this Shield at last obtaine The azure Circle of celestiall raigne And hauing past the course of sliding houres Enioy a Crowne of neuer-fading Flow'rs Vpon my Lord of Buckinghams Shield at a Tilting his Impresse being a Bird of Paradise SEe how this Bird erects his constant flight Aboue the Cloudes aspiring to the light As in a quiet Paradise he dwels In that pure Region where no winde rebels And fearing not the thunder hath attain'd The Palace where the Demigods remaind This Bird belongs to you thrice glorious King From you the beauties of his Feathers spring No vaine ambition lifts him vp so high But rais'd by force of your attractiue Eye He feedes vpon your Beames and takes delight Not in his owne Ascent but in your sight Let them whose motion to the Earth declines Describe your Circle by their baser lines And enuy at the brightnesse of your seate He cannot liue diuided from your heate To the Duke of Buckingham at his returne from Spaine MY Lord that you so welcome are to all You haue deseru'd it neuer could there fall A fitter way to prooue you highly lou'd Then when your selfe you from our sights remou'd The clouded lookes of Brittaine sad appeare VVith doubtfull care ah who can bridle feare For their inestimable gemme perplext The good and gracefull Buckingham is next In their desires they to remembrance bring How oft by mediation with the King You mitigate the rigour of the lawes And pleade the orphans and the widowes cause My Muse which tooke from you her life and light Sate like a weary wretch whome suddaine night Had ouerspred your absence casting downe The flow'rs and Sirens feathers from her crowne Your fauour first th' anointed head inclines To heare my rurall songs and reade my lines Your voyce my reede with lofty musick reares To offer trembling songs to Princely eares But since my Sou'raigne leaues in great affaires His trusty seruant to his Subiects pray'rs I willing spare for such a Noble end My Patron and too bold I speake my friend To the Duke of Buckingham THe words of Princes iustly we conceiue As Oracles inspir'd by pow'r diuine Which make the vertues of their seruants shine And monuments to future ages leaue The sweet consent of many tongues can weaue Such knots of Honour in a flowry line That no iniurious hands can them vntwine Nor enuious blasts of beauty can bereaue These are your helpes my Lord by these two wings You lifted are aboue the force of spite For while the publike Quire your glory sings The 〈…〉 rules them keepes the Musicke right Yo●●●●ppy name with noble prayse to greet Gods double Voyce the King and Kingdome meet To my gracious Lord the Duke of Buckingham vpon the birth of his first Sonne GIue leaue my Lord to his abounding heart Whose faithfull zeale presumes to beare a part In eu'ry blessing which vpon you shines And to your glory consecrates his lines VVhich rising from a plaine and countrey Muse Must all my boldnesse with her name excuse Shall Burley onely triumph in this Child VVhich by his birth is truly Happy stil'd Nay we will striue that Eccho with her notes May draw some ioy into our homely Cotes VVhile I to solitary bils retire VVhere quiet thoughts my Songs with truth inspire And teach me to foretell the hopes that flow From this young Lord as he in yeeres shall grow First we behold and neede not to presage VVhat pleasing comfort in this tender age He giues his Parents sweetning eu'ry day VVith deare contentments of his harmelesse play They in this glasse their seu'rall beauties place And owne themselues in his delightfull face But when this flowry bud shall first beginne To spread his leaues which were conceal'd within And casting off the dew of childish teares More glorious then the Rose at noone appeares His minde extends it selfe to larger bounds Instinct of gen'rous Nature oft propounds Great Duke your actiue graces to his sight As obiects full of wonder and delight These in his thoughts entire possession keep They stop his play and interrupt his sleepe So doth a carefull Painter fixe his eyes Vpon the patterne which before him lies And neuer from the boord his hand withdrawes Vntill the Type be like th' Exemplar cause To courtly dancing now he shall incline To manage horses and in Armes to shine Such ornaments of youth are but the seeds Of noble Vertues and Heroick deeds He will not rest in any outward part But striues t' expresse the riches of your heart VVithin a litle modell and to frame True title to succession of your fame In riper yeeres he shall your wisedome learne And your vndaunted courage shall discerne And from your actions from your words and looke● Shall gather rules which others reade in bookes So in Achilles more those lessons wrought Which Peleus show'd thē those which Chiron taught Vpon the Earle of Couentryes departure from vs to the Angels SWeet Babe whose Birth inspir'd me with a Song And call'd my Muse to trace thy dayes along Attending riper yeeres with hope to finde Such braue endeuours of thy noble Minde As might deserue triumphant lines and make My Fore-head bold a Lawrell Crowne to take How hast thou left vs and this earthly Stage Not acting many Months in tender age Thou cam'st into this world a little Spie Where all things that could please the eare and eye Were set before thee but thou found'st them toyes And flew'st with scornefull smiles t' eternall ioyes No visage of grim Death is sent t' affright Thy spotlesse soule nor darknesse blinds thy sight But lightsome Angels with their golden Wings Ore spread thy Cradle and each spirit brings Some precious Balme for heau'nly Physicke meet To make the separation soft and sweet The sparke infus'd by God departs away And bids the earthly weake companion stay VVith patience in that nurs'ry of the ground VVhere first the seeds of Adams limbes were found For time shall come when these diuided friends Shall ioyne againe and know no seu'rall ends But change this short and momentary kisse To strict embraces of Celestiall blisse To my Lord Vicount Purbeck a Congratulation for his health IF we inlarge