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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.

The Kings Letter changed.

Song.

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.

1

Of all dread Monarchs falls, I wonder lest
At thine Cyrvs of Persia.
The Son may fall, and's Plumes adorn thy crest,
But thou must be the Mothers prey.
With men to fight that Sex hath ods
That triumphs both o'r Men and Gods.

2

In Peace, their arrowes slay, yet draw no blood,
In war, they win when lofe the Day.
Though Captives, on their Conqu'rers necks they tread,
And the fierce Victor make their prey.
Strong Sex! who from your chaine is free,
That though he foyles ye, bound must be?