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Sir JOHN BEAƲMONT Baronet.
SIr John Beaumont was one who Drank as deep Draughts of Helicon as any of that Age; and though not many of his Works are Extant, yet those we have be such as are displayed on the Flags of highest Invention; and may justly Stile him to be one of the chief of those great Souls of Num∣bers. He wrote besides several other things, a Poem of Bosworth Field, and that so Ingeniously, as one thus writes of it.
Could divine Maro, hear his Lofty Strain; He would condemn his Works to fire again.
I shall only give you an Instance of some few lines of his out of the aforesaid Poem, and so conclude.
Here Valiant Oxford, and Fierce Norfolk meet; And with their Spears, each other rudely greet: About the Air the shined Pieces play, Then on their Swords their Noble Hand they lay. And Norfolk first a Blow directly guides, To Oxfords Head, which from his Helmet slides Upon his Arm, and biteing through the Steel, Inflicts a Wound, which Vere disdains to feel. But lifts his Faulcheon with a threatning grace, And hews the Beaver off from Howards Face;