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.

An Epithalamium vpon the happy marriage of our Soueraigne Lord King Charles, and our gracious Lady Queene MARY.

THe Ocean long contended (but in vaine) To part our shore from France. Let Neptune shake his mace, & swelling waues aduance: The former Vnion now returnes againe, This Isle shall once more kisse the Maine Ioyn'd with a flowry bridge of loue, on which the Graces dance.

Leander here no dang'rous iourney takes, To touch his Heros hand: Our Hellespont with Ships becomes as firme as Land, When this sweete Nymph her place of birth forsakes, And England signes of welcome makes As many, as our gladsome coasts haue little graines of sand.

That voyce, in which the Continent was blest, Now to this Iland calls The liuing Woods, and Rocks to frame new rising Walls: The moouing Hills salute this happy guest, The Riuers to her seruice prest, Seine into Thames, Garonne to Trent, and Loire to Seuerne falls.

This Royall Payre, the Bridegroome and the Bride, With equall glory shine: Both full of sparkling light, both sprung from race diuine Their Princely Fathers, Europs highest pride, The Westerne World did sweetly guide: To thē, as Fathers of their Realmes we goldē Crownes assigne

Great Henry neuer vanquisht in the field, Rebellious foes could tame. The Wisdome of our James bred terror in his Name: So that his proudest Aduersaries yeeld, Glad to be guarded with his shield, Where Peace with drops of heau'nly dew supprest Dissention flame▪

Our Charles and Mary now their course prepare, Like those two greater Lights, Which God in midst of Heau'n exalted to our sights, To guide our footsteps with perpetuall care, Times happy changes to declare: The one affoords vs healthfull daies, the other quiet nights.

See how the Planets, and each lesser fire Along the Zodiake glide, And in this stately traine their offices diuide! No Starre remaines exempted from this Quire, But all are ioyn'd in one desire, To moue as these their wheeles shall turne, and rest where th•••• abi••••

What can these shouts and glit'tring showes portend, But neuer fading ioyes? The Lords in rich attire, the people with their noyse, Expresse to what a height their hopes ascend, Which like a Circle haue no end: Their strength no furious tempests shake, nor creeping age de¦stroye••

On this foundation we expect to build The Towres of earthly blisse. Mirth shall attend on Health, and Peace shall plenty kisse: The Trees with fruite, with Flowres our Gardens fill'd, Sweete honey from the leaues distill'd, For now Astraeas raigne appeares to be a Tipe of this.

O may our Children with their rauish't eyes A race of Sonnes behold, Whose birth shal change our Ir'n to Siluer, Brasse to Gold. Proceede white houres, that from this stocke may rise Victorious Kings, whom Fame shall prize More dearely, then all other names within her Booke enroll'd.