Poems by Francis Beaumont
A Sonnet
... Come then, Love, prevent day's eyeing, ...
To The True Patroness of all Poetry, Calliope
... That for his lines none should a patron chuse ...
The Glance
... When that loose queen of love did dress her eyes ...
Salmacis and Hermaphroditus.
... (Here sigh'd great Ioue, and after brought forth) nak'd, ...
In Laudem Authoris.
... And wanting wings, shee'le tread an humble strayne ...
On the Marriage of a Beauteous Young Gentlewoman with an Ancient Man
... her hand And voice intrance the panther, and command ...
True Beauty
... If that pride should cause disdain, ...
To the true patronesse of all Poetrie,
... Thou great and powerfull Muse, then pardon mee, ...
The Indifferent
... He or she that loves too long ...
The Author to the Reader
... That thou wilt turn half-mad with reading it ...
Lay a garland on my hearse
... My love was false, but I was firm ...
Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
... 'Tis this that keeps our minds fit for our states, ...
On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey
... Who now want strength to stir their hands: ...
Fie On Love
... Betray the straw, and features in their brain, ...
