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Pocula Castalia

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.
  
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Song.
  
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T. R. ad H. R.
  
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The Kings Letter changed.
  
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Song.
  
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A Rapture.
  
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Song.
  
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Epithalamium.
  
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A Ballade Vpon the Wedding.
  
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ELIZA
  
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 Temper.
  
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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POEMS.
  
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.
  
ERYNIS,
  
An Anniverse on the fifth of November.
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EPIGRAMS, &c.
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FIRST BOOKE.
 I. 
I. To my Lady E. R. Commending his Muse.
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II. To the same, On War.
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III. On the Picture of Lovys the fourteenth King of France.
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IV. Antithesis, to the conclusion of Sannazarius his Epigram on the City of Venice, which when he has compared to Rome, he saies
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V. To a Cadet.
 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:
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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.
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XVII. To Mr Robert Brownrigg.
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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.
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XXXI. Women strongest.
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XXXII. To Mal: Winter.
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XXXIII. To curst Tib.
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XXXIV. To loan Tosse-pot
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XXXV. Campo-musæ.
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XXXVI. To my Lady Venetia Grey.
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XXXVII. To the same, on her Wedding day morning.
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XXXVIII. To my Poetique friend, I. S.
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XXXIX. To Poetaster.
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XL. To fiery Face.
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XLI. Too a covetous Puritan.
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XLII. To the same.
 XLIII. 
XLIII. To a Detractor.
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XLIV. Past recovery.
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XLV. Perfumed corruption.

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

I love thee highly, but for what?
Is't for thy blood or Births sake? no
I'm not so fond to dote on that
Which ballanced no weight doth know,
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Nor object to the eye doth bear,
But only fills the vulgar ear.
Nor for thy fortunes, since we know
They (sometimes) like the faithlesse sea
Ebb from the good, to th'impious flow,
And them with flattery betray:
Stealing, like to the theevish sands,
When most they grasp them through their hands.
From dead mens urnes and dust doth come
Gentilitie, but wealth doth take
Its rise yet lower, that's but scum
Of the sulphury boyling Lake.
These I respect, but what I love
In thee, is something from above.
Vertue it is, which as a Star
In thy ennobled Soule doth shine
Fixed, as in its proper Sphear,
And making thee (like it) Divine.
For th'rest I honour thine Ancestours;
Greatnesse we borrow, Vertu's ours.
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