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Erotopaignion, or, The Cyprian academy by Robert Baron of Grayes-Inne, Gent.
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Baron, Robert, b. 1630.
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sin to blazon forth Vnder a meaner stile thy mighty worth ' T ware but a trick of state if we should bring The Muses Lower house to vote thee King Thou highly dost deserve it and the bayes Should crown thy browes to thine immortall prayse While usher'd by the Graces thou art sent To sit as King i th' Poets Parliament The famous Sidney's soule I think had gon A widow till the resurrection And never been inspir'd now had not shee Found out her Match and been espous'd to thee We have some things call'd Poets who although They nere were Verst but in the Crist-crosse-row And never swallow'd Possum thinke they 're able To be pertakers at the Muses Table Who nere inspir'd with the thrice three-Sisters But tooke their learning as men doe their Glisters And should you come and tell them what you lacke Their witts like ware lost in a Pedlers packe They have but know not where perhaps their bundle May yeeld a Ballad for the widow-Trundle Or some such businesse wherein is shewn A mournefull ditty to the pleasant tune Fortune my Foe or else-pox what d' ye call it When t' hath no more Concepit then has a Mallett Who froÌ„ their spungy braines may squeeze a sonnet When th 'ave a Fortnight chew'd the cud upon it But shall such clumsey Humours ever be Renouned with the name of Poetrye No 't were a sin beyound a pardon you Deserve the Poets name and Laurell too Thy booke swells high thy lines well-wrought not weake Thy words might teach Apollo how to speake Which if he ever could have done like Thee Daphne had ne're been turn'd into a Tree Thy twisted Plott so nice a hand hath spun You 'd sweare it were not only made but done And you would not beleeve me should I tell How soone this worke was done when 't is sowell Go on deare friend enlarge thy spreading fame And let thy Pen immortalize thy Name HENRY BOLD Fell N. C. Oxon. To his ingenious friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his Cyprian Academy I 've thought upon 't yet faith I cannot tell Wether thy prose or verse doth most excell Each other both in an Emphaticke style Roare like the torrent of a troubled Nile Stopp'd by an oblique beame thy words being pent I' th confin's of thy throate did force their vent To torture weake capacities who 'l say Reading thy book 't is Greeke wrote English way Nor is that all some will conjecture by it That in'ts conception thou keep'st sparing diet They will not thinke thou did'st grosse Hamkins eat Least thou shouldst choake thy quibles with such meate Yet whatso'ere thou eat'st for other Palats They Orcheards apples yield thy gardens sallads Well may Antiquitie amazed be To view their chapells an Academy So farre out vie'd in which are many bowres For Venus darlings neatly strow'd with flowers Of Rheth'rick nay the seaven li'brall artes Like thunder-clappsdoe act their severall parts In high expressions which are forth brought Some of them sure stand for a thirteenth thought But here I 'le stoup least I Tautologize In vaine ambages when it will suffice That in worths plentuous cropps of infant bayes I glâ—…e an handfull to adorne thy prayse John Gleane Cantabri Roberto Barono S. I. Apollines amplissimo cardinali ordine Amatorum QUâ fronte ambulat monstrum illud sine labe nes cis ignare audies Invenis Platonicus cujus os ruris filiae suum fecerunt alvearium Corpus Poeticum cujus caput Musis est capitolium ingenium perpetuus dictator Venoris argentea columba quae diu inter mystica sacra ejus numinis versata tandem ad matris auri gam se â—â—ntulit Phaebo pulchriore sorore Phaebj Sub Chirone Cupidineo Cypria Achilles acerrimus Acteon sine cornibus cujus oculis Clorinda Hecate illa triformis est obnoxia Novum sydus lacteâ collocatum plaga Mercurius qui caduceo suo amoris somnium jnduxit totus aureus cui nupsit Pactolus Hic est ille Laudatus eralogiae in Cyprianâ academiâ professor illius meritis hasce primitias officij observantiae pignus libentissime consecrat Christophorus Baretus Londinensis Coll. Cere Chr. Cantb To his worthy friend upon his Excellent Book the Cyprian Academy NAtur's Apelles that canst thus the State Of Lovers with thy pencill adumbrate Come quit this spot and mount the starry quire Where sit inshrin'd soules made of pureâ—i fire Halfe shadow'd Venus shall then come to thee Hoping perfection in thy Poetry The winged post of heaven shall guild his place Knowing thy Attick tongue can goe his pace When Priam's Paris liv'd hadst thou been borne The godesses would thee their judge have sworne Had Barclay seene thy booke he would have said Vnhappy Argenis thou art betrayd To riper witts in deserts mayst thou be Hating bright Sol deform'd Nyctimine Let Satyrs now be packing and that name That would eclipse the lustre of thy fame What shall I give thee such titles sure as these Amphitruo or Bombimachides Mentfieur of Helicon Marquis of the Mount Pernassus and of the Cabaline fount Poets Collosse under whose mighty feet May saile a greater then the Spanish Fleete To Loves Elizium in stately boules Where heav'nly Nectar suck Platonick soules I sweare by Venus and her turtle dove He 's like a Tartar that dâ—…s not thee love C. B. To his worthy Friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his excellent POEM LEt ancient Poets stand agast to see Themselves so farre out-run out-stript by thee Minerva's Magazin who hast not seen The third part of their yeares nay scarce seventeen Hither may ancients come and grieve to see Their learning all Epitomiz'd in thee Thy language is of proper words and phrase What it affects it easily brings to passe Were chast Penelope surviving now Her stubborne heart it would make soone to bow Cupid directs thy heart thy pen Apollo Or else such lofty straines thou couldst not swallow Had'st thou not been in love sure thou coul'st ne're Have writ such sublime raptures as are here No more let Greece of famous Homer boast No longer let old Ovids sacred goast Be grieved for he now survives againe Henceforth let dropping eyes cease and amaine Let inke run from your quills in blazing forth This our inspir'd Poets praise and worth I hold the opinion of Pithagoras This Muse cannot be lesse then Ovids was Onely it suffered a transmigration Into a body of a newer fashion Vnto thy booke may all men have recourse It doth descry the effects of love the force Of armies and after victory the rest Which no man can so all as are exprest In this thy booke Faminius his life Thou hast exprest together with his wife Clorinda Poets vaile fayre Helens 〈◊〉 Her 's one indeede what she but painted was Now lovers cease t' invoke and call upon God Pan for his sage direction In Nuptiall Hymnes we scorne the common story This booke henceforth shall be our Directory The prayses all to write should I accord
Each line to me Encomiums would afford But I have done my pen is nought and I Have but a slender vaine in poesie Wherefore farwell goe on as th' ast begun To make thy name more glorious then the sun Thus wishing the each man a happy guest Unto thy booke I take my leave and rest Tui amicissimus Joh. Quarles ex aede S t Petri Cantabridg Ana RORERTVS BARONVS RARVS AB ORBE NOTVS gram Rarus haud cuiquam peperit Natura secundum Notus es scriptis Baron ab orbe tuis To my speciall Freind Mr. Robert Baron upon his ΕΡΟΤΟΠΑΙΓÎΙΟΠIEwell of Nature whom a blessed age To us hath brought forth ev'n an Albion sage Were 't not obsurdity with silent quill To vaile in verse and propose thy Atick skill Had a wise Sybill our Euriphilus But auguriz'd of thy approach to us Each hand had itched to be buisied In weaving Chaplets to adorne thy head Criticks may now prejudicate what though They shew their envy neither hurt they you Minerva brought thee forth Eupheme then The Muses nurse nurst thee the gem of men Thou Ovid-like thou from thy infancy Brought'st this Heroick straine now shewne by thee In which high tract thou Mars and Venus clere Thou Neptune also dost demonstrate heare Thee Mars in field may justly generall Thee Neptune may by sea vice admirall Insert Thee Venus in her lofty state May make her amorous associate Now hither may resort most antique sages Incredulous that these our iron ages A Phaenix should produce t' is true and sure Natures best fabrick now within us indure If these but wits first blossomes are what then May be expected from thy riper pen. In this faire roade proceede we thee desire That as thy youth we may thine age admire Charles Cremer Cantabr Idem in Eundem Te Barone Canam te Polyhimnia Musarumque pater plectrasonantia Pulsans se recinet Daphidis arborum Docta fronte geras est vigor in â—uis Occultus folijs tergeminas habe Laudes at quatiat sidera vertice Aequè Caelicolas terra Britannica Quae talem peperit de gremio suo Vatem perge diu trameâ—e prosperus Incaepto faveat nomen Apollinis Carol. Cremer Coll. Corp. Crist. Cantabr To his admired friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his Booke Great Madam Nature's womb as yet I see Is not growne feeble it hath brought forth thee Our ages ornament t' ath brought forth thee VVho art a Nestor in thy infancie Thy thoughts though green so ripe they are and rare VVith hoarie wisedome they may well compare In thy elaborate Poem fancies seeme In Learnings choyce and cheife spoyles triumphing Wits deepest mines thy eagles eye can spy Thy cleerer soule sound their profundity This thriving bayes this verdant lawrell sprout O're tops old slanders at 's peeping out It shall even Scythian frosts survive and last In spite of spattering envy and the blast Of Momus keener breath it shall be seene Like youthfull Daphnie alwayes clad in greene Cant pale fac't study cowe thy haughty sprite Renowned Sir wilt thou proceed in spite Of knotty arts goe on still and be blest Tough ruggid sciences thou shalt digest And swallow time himselfe who ne're shall have Power to reare for thy great name a grave Sic vaticinatur JOS. BROWNE Gent. ΕΡΟΤΟΠΑΙΓÎΙΟΠTHE CYPRIAN ACADEMY The First Booke IT was in that time of the Year wherein party-colour'd Flora had diapred the Earth with her cheifest Treasurie and Silvanus the Rustick ruler of the woods had deckt the spreading trees with his choicest Livery when the Illustrious and Heroick Flaminius the delight of his Age and the glory of his Nation cast his love-infected eyes upon the faire Clorinda a Lady who fill'd all mouthes with the prayses of the amiable Physiognomy of her Face and the laudable faculties of her soule as she was walking in a shady bowre attending to the chirping Notes of well-tuned birds and picking as Fancy prompted her here a speckled Pinke and there a Primerose the yeers Maidenhead now ablushing gillyflower then a blew vained-violet this she sticks upon her arme that upon the borders of her curious plated haire at length she bosom'd a happy rose-bud in her Lilly-brest whereat the rest of the flowers contended for fresh beauty to delight her and swelling with emulation to bid an ultimum vale to the brest of the dull earth to adorne hers the Theater of vertue they all grew sweeter and by a gentle gale sent an odoriferous invitation to her to pluck them Flaminius beholding her in this heart-attracting posture he forthwith placed so in her all his future hopes of joy and joyfull parts of his heart as he left remaining in himselfe nothing but a maze of longing desire in seeing he liked in liking he loved in loving he felt the effects incident to love the torments which he sustained in her presence the griefs which he indured in her absence the pining thoughts in the day the pinching dreames in the night the dying life the living death his feare of losing her his despaire of gaining her shall be the subject of the subsequent History But first let us glance upon him in his minority discourse a while upon the course of his fortunes before he was reputed a man and insert his Legend He was by birth an Italian borne in the delicate and luxurious City of Naples first the receptacle of Philosophy now of Souldiery Erected by sweet Siren said to be By Phaleris built stil'd once Parthenope Rich hort-yard of the dove-drawn Queen of Love New field of th' Hydra slaying son of Jove Fat soyle of liberall Ceres crown'd with corne Rare vineyard of the wine-wet god unshorne Boast not because no Citie 's like to thine For sweetnesse Empire beauty strength corn wine Boast not thy raâ—ities thy bubling Fount Labulla call'd nor yet thy bifork't Mount Vesuvius whence Sol's Steeds with mains be curl'd That circumdates in twice twelve hours the world Doe first begin their race as if it were Their master Phoebus private Bed-chamber Brag not of thy obscure Chimerian dale Ne're seen by Sol nor by his Sister pale Nor cause thou giv'st a grave to him whose verse The conquests of victorious Kings reherse Brag neither of the pleasant water'd Lake Aquano term'd so fatall to the Snake Nor of Authentick Sibills domicil Whose past predictions bald time fulfill Insult not Parthenope because you have Lacus Avernus and black Charons cave And sootie Vulcans fier-spitting Court Wherin he tempers armes to make Mars Sport 'T is this Parthenope t is this that raise Especiall Trophies to thy lasting praise Flaminius whom fame affirmes to be Made in dame Natures prodigality Flaminius whose name live till times glasse run For earths last dark Eclipse of no more Sun Was borne in thee at whose Nativity A generall Turnament was held i' th Skie The Stars did run a tilt and Phaebus bright Danc't a Coranto with the Queen of night The Rocks did Eccho forth his name