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The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron]

Baron, Robert

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THE AUTHORS MOTTO.

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FORTVNES TENNIS-BALL.

TO The Choicest of my Noble Friends, John Wroth Esquire.

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TVCHESPHAIRA: OR, Fortunes Tennis BALL.

Song.

The Kings Letter changed.

A Ballade Vpon the Wedding.

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Upon the first sight of ELIZA, Masked.

On Eliza Unmasked.

Sonnet. To Eliza upon May day morning. 1649.

Song. A Dialogue 'twixt Passion and Reason.

To Eliza, with my Cyprian Academy.

Upon a Black patch on Eliza's cheek, cut in the form of an Heart.

Song. The Rose.

The Lovers Sun.

Upon a black patch on Eliza's Breast cut in the form of a Dart.

To Eliza with my Apology for Paris.

To Eliza, with a Tulip fashion'd Watch.

Song. The Maiden Blush.

Doubts & Feares.

Sonnet. The Protestation.

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Upon Birth and Infancy.

In Principem arma petentem. ------ Erit ille mihi semper Deus.

TO That Darling of Virtue his dear Friend John VVroth, Esq

To that emulated piece of Perfection the Lady Diana Willoby. With Sir Tho: Overbury's Wife.

To my Honour'd Friend Benjamin Garfield Esq; Upon his excellent Tragi-comedy Entitled The Unfortunate Fortunate.

An Anniverse on the fifth of November.

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1.

I.

I. To my Lady E. R. Commending his Muse.

II.

II. To the same, On War.

III.

III. On the Picture of Lovys the fourteenth King of France.

IV.

IV. Antithesis, to the conclusion of Sannazarius his Epigram on the City of Venice, which when he has compared to Rome, he saies

V.

VI.

VI. An Epitaph, Upon Henry the eighth King of England, Translated out of Spanish.

VII.

VII. Another, on Queen Elizabeth.

VII.

VII. To Sim the Letcher.

VIII.

VIII. To Momus.

IX.

IX. On the same.

X.

X. To Will: Ad. upon his Marriage.

XI.

XI. On Wittoll:

XII.

XII. On Hornes.

XIII.

XIII. Epitaph, On Henry the fourth, surnam'd the Great, King of France.

XIV.

XIV. On Sir Iohn Suckling.

XV.

XV. On Spend-all.

XVI.

XVI. To Leigh the Linguist.

XVII.

XVII. To Mr Robert Brownrigg.

XVIII.

XVIII. To Mrs Diana Willoby, Upon her marriage Day morning it being very dark and misty.

XIX.

XIX. To his Rivall.

XX.

XX. The Rivalls Answer.

XXI.

XXI. To Sir Iohn Falstaffe.

XXII.

XXII. Upon the Picture of my Nephew Mr. Iohn Man.

XXIII.

XXIII. Of Sutes.

XXIV.

XXIV. Epitaph, On a scolding Woman, Sub persona mariti.

XXV.

XXV. The Golden Age.

XXVI.

XXVI. To Kate common.

XXVII.

XXVII. On the same.

XXVIII.

XXVIII. On the same.

XXIX.

XXIX. Occupations.

XXX.

XXX. To an Antidated Cuckold.

XXXI.

XXXI. Women strongest.

XXXII.

XXXII. To Mal: Winter.

XXXIII.

XXXIII. To curst Tib.

XXXIV.

XXXIV. To loan Tosse-pot

XXXV.

XXXV. Campo-musæ.

XXXVI.

XXXVI. To my Lady Venetia Grey.

XXXVII.

XXXVII. To the same, on her Wedding day morning.

XXXVIII.

XXXVIII. To my Poetique friend, I. S.

XXXIX.

XXXIX. To Poetaster.

XL.

XL. To fiery Face.

XLI.

XLI. Too a covetous Puritan.

XLII.

XLII. To the same.

XLIII.

XLIII. To a Detractor.

XLIV.

XLIV. Past recovery.

XLV.

XLV. Perfumed corruption.

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Song.

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Clubfisted Hero, no more thine owne Trump be,
To tell how you tamed th'Arcadian Boar:
Her terrible pawes so rudely did thump thee
As even yet thy broad back and bones are full sore.
Therevtvs doth claim all our praise as his due,
Alas! we have none at all left us for you.

2

Archer of Heaven, sure-handed Apollo,
Vaunt you no more of the huge Pythons slaughter,
But whistle to Cut, and still thy Cart follow,
Founder not thy Team to tickle us with laughter.
Therevtvs doth claime all our praise as his due,
Alas! we have none neither left us for you.

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Bright Youth that wert got in a showre of Gold
By Heavens Cuckold-maker, never more warble
Thy victory over Medusa of old
That turn'd all that look'd upon her to Marble.
Therevtvs of all our Praise hath bereft us,
For any other we have no more left us.