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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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Aetat Suae 17 Vultus Apellinea pictus Barone tabella est Lotus Apollinea pingitur arte liber W. Marshall sculpsit John Hobart Gent ΕΡΟΤΟΠΑΙΓÎΙΟΠOr the CYPRIAN ACADEMY BY ROBERT BARON OF Grayes Inne Gent Velle pro posse TO THE SUPEREMINENT PARAGON OF ART AND Literature the truly noble James Howell Esquire Nestors Longaevity and both worlds Felicity Honored Sir AS I did frequently take fresh aire in your Dodonaean grove attending the Articulate and intelligible susurrations of your ever verdant vegitals to which former ages have nothing in that kind to assimulate neither shall future times be able to parallel from these Apollinean Plants of yours I have slifted here a twig and there a sprig and I have bestowed some time in binding them in a bundle which with my selfe I humbly offer to your approved censure it being the Apex of my ambition to have your honour'd selfe my justice in Eyre I cannot say with Persius Nec scombros metuent mea carmina nec thus for this confused trusse of twiggs as I may say though made of greene wood yet is it far from meriting any longaevity it deserves rather to kin Helena Ariadne and Phyllis with other innumerable eminent endouments which bounteous nature hath liberally in all ages reposited in your lovely sex as in the Apothecke or magasine of perfection makes this my Gynophilian or amorous infant long rather to be dandled upon your tender knees then lie reclused in a dustie study If you please to bestow part of that time which you spend in other divertisments to converse with this poore brat of my braine it will paint out unto you though with a quavering pencell and in course and caligenous colours the passions of your royall Amorists with inducements to commiserate them the event whereof which may make them operative in this kind will perhaps make you repent no more of reading them then I of composing them When you talke with your children you expect from them no congruence or quaint language yet you are often pleased to heare them prattle are delighted with their lisping Ideoms This makes me hope that you will dispence with the Lallation Low dialect of this babe whose tone is rude yet his meaning is plaine dealing which according to the proverbe is a jewell and consequently most fit for Ladies Thus wishing you all delights happinesse endlesse like the rings you weare that the period of my paines may be the beginning of your pleasure I remaine Your Ladyshyps in all observance ROBERT BARON On his beloved friend the Authour and his ingenious Cyprian Academy NOe sooner in our Inne but out in Print Sure 't is Arts Arcademy and the Muses Mint Where in Dame Nature Pupill is to Art Bearing Minerva's Image in each part The Court of Pallas and the Muses Throne Where Ignoramus stands outlaw'd alone Baron goe non suit momus for 's barren plea Against the Court and tell him openly The braine of Iupiter's each Courtiers Mother Or bid him reade thy booke and then thinke other Me thinks I see the world thy booke admire And Ladies dandling it with much desire To see that hand these flowrie Pastrolls pen'd And wish them Ring-like without any end What Uenus can denie to be the Fem ' Of Laureat Baron borne of Orpheus stem None can object against thy worth or line Save more then Bigamie with the Nine Pernassu's thine make joynture then And let God Hyemen say Amen To Court th' art welcome th' Muses blaze thy Prayse Momus shall weare the Ivy Thou the Bayes William Beversham of Grayes Inne Esquire To my chosen Friend the hopefull Mr. Baron SO young and write so well it might appeare Impossible but that thy name is there Nature hath here her former selfe surpast Shewing at once perfection and hast Since thou like Virgills Genethliack bay Art a tall tree ere time could thinke a spray Well might thy happy lovers wish to come From th' Checquer shades of their Elizium And suffer further miseries so they might Engage so rich a pen to give them light For nothing was so well performd as writ Such is the wide Prerogative of wit Thy Booke and Picture contradictions tell And thwart themselves into a Miracle J HALL é Soc Gray hosp Gent. To his ever Honoured Friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his Cyprian Academy HOw dare I venter to insert a line Before thy booke when every word of thine Doth swell it selfe with a strong winded blast Of rich embrouerd Eloquences what wa' st Not fraid of choaking in their bringing out Or didst not bord with Lessius about Some 9 months since conception and didst there With in thy throate make a full passage cleere To give them birth what Midwife hadst at hand Came not Minerva with Apollo man'd Merc'ry attending in his proper place Most sweetly sings a fift and eight's the base Dect with his wings even hoarse in setting forth Thy new lict Faetus with its unknowne worth Her'e is a Chimist which from a rude masse Extracts Elixar that death may well surpasse Spencers ninth Canto in the fairy Queene Or Ben's vulpony oh had he but seene Thy pregnant fancy how could be forebeare To rend his Cat'line and by Jove to sweare Thy'ns the better thou scornst exoticke words Or Exolericke Phrases which affords No luster to thy booke thy weâ—bs not drawne Or Spun of home-made thred 't is pure fitt lawne For Pâ—…ace stockings Th' Acromatick straines Surely are flowne from out Cylen'ns braines Thy words carry charmes able to lay wist The direfull magick of an Exorcist Come Rhombus come I prethee pause a while Thy language is pedantick her 's a stile To Court a Lady in away away To Schole young Emperick and make no stay But come and learne to speake to Court to charme Th' obdurate Mistrisse in thy wanton arme Hence all your Momus bratts leave off to fleere Away you Criticks which are wont to Jeere Or else King Arthur with his Knights shall come And Robin Hood shall strike his paper drum In his defence brave Guy shall bring a long St. George for England with a warlick throng Famous Parismus and Primaleon Palm'rin D'oliua with Montelion Cease now Antiquity T'hang weeping ore Brave Sydnys vrne invest thy selfe no more With sable weeds he livs for sure there is Of Souls a sam'an Metempsychosis Is this not Sidney marke his Veine in verse His stile in prose I cannot here reherse His worth in severall arts here Ptolemy Or Strabo may learne new Geography Here Tycobrah may veiw the turning sphers Making still musick in his listning eares Out of thy booke Euclid may learne to frame A sphere or draw a paralellograme But muse 't is time to stop dost thou not see Thou' rt o're guilty with Tautology His booke shall praise it selfe it may nay can Suffice to make an English Uatican THO BRADFORD To his honoured friend Mr. Robert Baron upon his excellent Poem BAron of Witt ' t ware
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