Poems, &c. By James Shirley.

Ʋpon Mr. Charles Beaumont who died of a Consumption.

WHile others drop their tears upon thy herse, Sweet Charles, and sigh to increase the wind, my verse Pious in naming thee, cannot complain Of death, or fate, for they were lately slain By thy own conflict; and since good men know What Heaven to such a Virgin Saint doth owe; Though some will say they saw thee dead, yet I Congratulate thy life and victory: Thy flesh an upper garment, that it might Aide thy eternal progresse, first grew light: Nothing but Angel now, which thou wer't neer Almost reduc'd to thy first Spirit here: But fly fair soul, while our complaints are just, That cannot follow for our chains of dust.