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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A78187	Pocula Castalia· The authors motto. Fortunes tennis-ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams, &c. By R.B. Gen.	Baron, Robert, b. 1630.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1650 (1650)	Wing B893; Thomason E1221_1; ESTC R208859	49,241	161

by And smiles on him with open skie Whilst all the Planets seem to throw Their Golden radience at his brow Which by reflection Divine Shall thence upon his Subjects shine Th' Imperiall Thunderer with her That Crownes ad placitum confer Have sworn by the salt Stygian Floods That glide through the darke Midnight Woods That Hee and his redoubted race Whose Acts shall break Fames wind to blaze Shall wear thee dead thy Diadem And adde more Lustre to the Jem Seek not to cross Fate lest wave like You break upon the Rock you strike Strive not against the stream Alas Who spits at Heaven spits in 's own face 46. The Genius vanished THEREUTUS laid In a mixt Passion betwixt feare and hate No sleep he saw with 's prickling eyes which straid On objects of his fall his Heiers state Soft sleep requires of thoughts a vacancy Shee dwels in TITYRVS'S not TIBERIVS eye 47. By this the Quiristers o' th' Wood did shake Their wings and sing to the bright Suns uprise Whose new embroaderie did gild and make Rich houses tops and leaves of whistlings Trees Modest morn blush'd ' cause SOL saw'r rise from Bed As LIEER had her cheekes with Claret spred 48. The King descending said Come Envie come Here will be subject for thy pin'd snakes hurle About this Brats neck evry loving worm In clinging foulds till I bid them uncurle And break their kn●ts and shoot at length and hide Their keen trifork't stings in his malic'd side 49. Then with a smoothed Front he bad good Day And happy Omens to old ADELING Asking What noise was that chas'd sleep away Sounding like cries of women travelling Quoth th' Hind I hope in good time my desire This night has crown'd and made me a Grandsire 50. May thy joyes grow with 's yeares said the great Guest And ask'd the Swain on 's hopes young pledge to look In swadling bands the Babe he brought forth drest Whom in his Royall armes the Monarch took So flattering JUNO hugg'd poor SEMELE I' th' likenesse of her Nurse old BEROE 51. Whilst here with SINON-like imbrace he hold The tender Child the Cottage black Cat ran Betwixt his legs and mew'd whereat hee fil'd With deep sense of ●●e Prodigie waxt wan Knowing such was an Omen of the fall Of great SEIANUS FORTVNES TENNIS-BALL 52. But thinking his state 'bove chance as his sp'rit He call'd home Man and did himself regain And ask'd his Host if he knew who that night Had been his Guest A friend I hope quoth th' Swain Whom I desire what use you here do find To measure not by 'ts own worth but my mind 53. How much are we a Captive to thy Love The Prince repli'd which we with wealth and style Will guerdon Know who did thy kindnesse prove Is the Imperiall Monarch of this Isle THEREVTVS who thy humble Shed will raise To greatnes crown'd with wreaths of Oak and Bayes 54. Nay use thy legs the wight die kneel and shake Since we thy Guest were when this Bird broke forth The shell his first Cage t is our will to take Him to our Court the forge of States and worth There if vice checks not will we him advance Bove Envies sting or griping reach of chance 55. Baptize him TVCHESPHAIRA but this make Thy Province with maternall Love and Fear To foster him our selfe will send and take Him to the tutele of our Royall care Ere twice Times measurer the Nimble Sun Hath made the Toure of Heaven and his race run 56. Lest Fairies should put him among their rapes He mark'd him with his signet on the front So pliable's the Virgin wax of Babes To take what figure you please stamp upon 't Here 's a poor Sheep for th' shambles mark'd and hate Thus doth man purpose but dispose doth Fate 57. A Troop of Courtiers shining bright and gay Broad-●y'd in quest of the last-night-lost King By diligent scrutiny being led this way Here found him mingling breath with ABELING He mounted guarded so with JOVE-like port His course for to direct to his longing Court 58. But making to an Elme of cleanly growth Whereon he lest thereby betraid should be To his Hosts knowledge his great state and worth Had hung his Crown s●ifted from the chast Tree Which like a Charm ' gainst Thunder fenc'd his hoad He found one half of 't withered and dead 59. A Prodigie able to have seiz'd the sense And routed all powers of a mortall breast But he of Passions well as men a Prince Soon gather'd up himself and them supprest And since game 's Heleborum he once more To chase sad thoughts away would chase the Boar. 60. The jolly Horn did chafe the blunt Beasts ears And with loud accents lent the Woods a voice He whose tough brawny sides were proofe ' gainst spears Eccho'd the jangling pack with as great noise The game is rouz'd the ●iend from 's Cabin springs Pursuit like lightning puts on Eagles wings 61. The Swine unto a Bay was soon brought since The last daies labour being stiffe and soar The Hounds beleager'd him and the brave Prince With 's Javelins point his churlish breast did gore He wounded howles The Huntsmen fill the skies With 's many holla's as the brute with cries 62. Even as a ravenous red-bearded Pack Of Serjants hale with taunts a poor Bankrouter Some drawing on some thrusting at his back To one ' o th' City Pounds the killing Compter The Dogs seiz'd so behind some some before Wounded and drag'd along the gasping Boar. 63. See of a Tyrans death an Emblem fair The grim Swines head even dreadfull although kil'd Fixt on a Pole was carried in the air Thousands whos 's smiling mouths glad Peans fil'd To meet the Conquerer came out the Citty His Paths with boughs they fil'd his eares with Ditty Song 1. 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 3. 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 64. Now Muse to reach the Forest put on wing There taste the Rose and suck in subtlier air And visit TVCHESPHAIRA who fond thing Thou shalt please better with a Plumb or Pear Than lists of 's honours upon honours pyl'd I' th morn a Poet 's aptest not a Child

helpe to forgo To joyn their forces were t' augment their foe 115. For Deaths use seized are all naked streets Which who so dares adventure to passe by A presse of thronged Funeralls he meets And People that their lofty Mansions fly Daring to dying sheds their lives commit Which each blast shakes into a Palsie fit 116. Each carkase of a Grange hath Guests some hide In vacant Windmills some in tented Boat On watry floores rock'd by the tumbling tide With their sick houshould at dead Anchor flote Yea who no tilt could hope but open skies Dare home forsake so Sicil Sicil flies 117. Palermo differ'd from Palermo so As doth a Tree which erst did blow and bear But naked in December stands like to A Skelleton ratling its bones all bare Such solitude as this i' th' waxen Town Appeares when th' winged hony Host is flown 118. As prudent mice from salling roofes make hast And thence to sounder walls for shelter flee So from sick Sicilie her brood flock't fast To neighbouring Isles as Caene and Strongile Now with like luck as when two Suns appeare ' tk'clouded skie two Sicilies there were 119. THEREVTVS selfe from 's royall place retir'd To 's Tusculanium in the Countrey Not built to envious show but health desir'd And to th' adjacent Islles Aeoliae Where Aeolus his Throne of old was seen He sent his onely Daughter and great Queen 120. The Queen HYMETTA whose each part a story Of Beauty was ' oove wonder far renown'd Of her fair fex she the faire Crown and Glory Who yet all these stiaines in her vertues drown'd But her chiefe Elogie to veile all other Is this she was th●●are ROSELLA'S Mother 121. SOSELLA without whom the Court was dark Fresh morn her handmaid was and Roses strew About Loves Hemisphere each heavenly spark Wheg she arose ecclipz'd and sad withdrew For shame to be out-shin'd by her bright eyes Who more than they the Earth did gild the skies 122. Old JVNO seeing a new let her plumes fall The Graces wondred at themselves to see They'd fram'd a Grace that far surpast them all And had exhausted quite their Treasury To shame themselves by one on whose each part Fame might spend all her voice Verse all her Art 123. She was of Goddesses a Rapsodie Boasting AVRORA'S rosie fingers small SATVRNIA'S stately front PALLAS grey eye VENVS her dimpled chin and Beauties All. Of CERES Daughter the life-wasting wast And Gorgons curled hair before it hist 124. She was the onely Loadstone of all Eyes She was the onely Touchstone of all Hearts The Whetstone of all braines and Phantasies Making each Freshman Master in Loves Arts. She chew'd with Studs of Pearle with Rubies kist She look'd with diamonds rescuing Day from Mist 125. This Saint and Angell both did harbour give To as much winning beauty as could die And to more heavenly vertues than doe live Which in her blest Urne I 'l let quiet lie Lest all to whom such Miracles are told Or turne Idolaters or think her old 126. A VENVS and DIANA mixt in one She was whose wit was even in greenest yeers Flowing as Nectar ripe as Autumn showne And crown'd with graces envy'd by white haires Which who can tell and yet who cannot tell Well may I praise her but not praise her well 127. To do it meanely were no lesse disgrace Than a course garment to a Princely Dame Or homely painting to a lovely face Or a brasse setting to a precious Gemme Think not weak Muse by thy low Song to raise her T is praise enough that none enough can praise her 128. Here of this wonder of nice Natures sweat Taking my Leave I am for Sicilie Imbark'd from whence PHOEBVS withdrew his heat And fled as he too fear'd the Malady Winter the Isle shut up in icie bars As close as sicknesse did the Islanders 129. With the years heat Plagues nurse the Plague outwore The mortall Angell sheath'd his Sword the street Put off its mossie mantle and once more Began a new acquaintance with mens feet Still Piles are built and blaze still Bells loud call But for devotion more than Buriall 130. All aske what frends Heavens Besom swept away And who is left All gape for fresher air And like Stags snuffing 'bout the Fields they stray So Fishes stifled with long ice repair Unto the hole when as the Leatherine Hine With Axes break the frost to water kine 131. Now men with health as Swallowes with the Spring Again to their dear Mothers Bosome run Once more Palermo the desired King Blest with his Presence shewing like the Sun Scattering th' Egyptians long loath'd Night away Or out black Chaos striking Christall Day 132. He seeing admired VLORVS become The tenth Sphere of the Court drawing all after him And daily triumphing ore the Hearts of some Griev'd that the fatall Angell spar'd to slaughter him He sate in Councell with his thoughts at strife How to remove his fear the youngmans life 133. His busie braine was like an Howerglasse Wherein Imaginations like sands ran Filling up hasty time but then Alas Were turn'd and turn'd and ended as began So that he knew not what to stay upon And lesse to Crown with execution 134. To thrust him out of life sans processe were To blot himselfe out of the Rolls of Fame To send him to the wars in hope that there Quick death might find him were t' augment his Fame A Hero lockt in brasse will force all breath To chant his Trophees brave or braver Death 135. Taking the wisest counsell of his brain At last Invention prompted a course to him For which he hug'd his wit and cruel veine And this was mask'd in friendship to undo him Malice in Love disguiz'd was in all time Most safe and common held yet is 't a crime 136. So poysonous Snakes in Roses ly in wait And lurke in honny-dropping Grasse to sting So the Hyenna murders by deceit So from the Rocks th' alluring Syrens sing And call down the high notes of the sweet Spherse Before they prey to fill the wretches eares 137. The Senat of his thoughts decreed to send The Young Man to the Queen t' Aeoliae With secret Letters feigning as a Friend The honouring of him with the Embassie Which was that as soon as he should await her She privily execute him for a Traytor 138. To paper he this Mandate did commit And with his Seal enjoyn'd it secrecy Then charg'd his Favorit ULORVS with it Unto his Queen on hasts spred wings to flie From DAVID so to JOAB once before URIAH his one fatall sentence bore 139. The Favourite proud of the employment rode Attended with no long yet trusty train To the next Port his vent'rous foot there trod Upon the rude throat of the scalding Main FAVONIVS and THETIS mixt in one To blesse him with kind Transfretation 140. About the Noon of Night he reach't the shore And took up's quarters in a common Inne Where partly ' cause for manners sake

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 To that emulated piece of Perfection the Lady Diana Willoby With Sir Tho Overbury's Wife Lady HEre comes a Wife to kisse your hand By whom both Death and Life her Parent got Yet she 's not the worse to be entertain'd Since th' first was her ill fate the last her Plot. Her chief fault whereof all have some that I Find is that hitherto she'th mist your eye Your eye ah too too dark a word our Sun To which all Poets their braines-births should bring There to be tri'd as Eagles oft have done Their young ones to the Planets glorious King And banish those as spurious from their Nest That could no ' bide your most judicious Test View her then Madam or rather your self view For she 's your shaddow you her substance are What he Lord wish't in her yours find in you As you th' originall she the coppy were Use her thereafter if she welcom misse You are harsh even to your selfe for you she is And I your c. To my Honour'd Friend Benjamin Garfield Esq Vpon his excellent Tragi-comedy Entitled The Vnfortunate Fortunate ANd is thy Sock on friend ascend the Stage And tell the Antimaskers of our Age Thalia's harth shall Smoke yet what though that Pig-wiggin Satyrist makes the poor Presse sweat With dull invectives ' gainst her Comick train Pox t is ' cause he wants ears to hear her straine We find such surfet th' Iron Age hath tane More moralls at a Theater than some Fane Our Brittish Turks exhort us there with heat With Poleaxes into mens heads to beat Their new Capricio's this Enigma there To obey Kings by opposing is call'd cleer These are the truest Playes those we stile so Teach us in jeast in earnest what to do They 're Sermons in disguise a good Play is A Lecture of humanity So is This. Thy Muse the goodliest of the Iove-born Quire From whose Syrenious voyce and mellow Lyre Orpheus might learn to tune the chiming Sphears Unto a Musick Banquet calls ours ears Where cause best melody in Discords dwell Countrey and Court our hearing Organs fill First Balaam's Asses bray beasts set on end Soules drown'd in lumps of flesh that downwards tend Yet 'mong these walking clods thine EFFRE showes Like one of Venus team trooping with Crowes She thus disguiz'd is no more blemished Than a rich Diamon'd that 's set in Lead Of their Rusticitie she partaked lesse Than th' scaly Tribe do o' th' seas brackishnesse So Danube scornes with Sava's muddy tyde To mix though both through the same channel glide Thus the coy River Arethusa ran Piercing the bowells of the Ocean Some hundred Leagues and then forth issued Free from salt Tincture as at her springs head Thou tell'st us how one Dart struck two together Plum'd with a Turtles not a Sparrows feather But oh the frownes of chance that Lovers meet Lesse 't had sowre sawce Love were too sweet a meat Now a foule Dungeons eccho must reply Their itterated vowes of constancy Yet nor this storm of Fate nor cage them moves But here like Nightingales they chant their Loves A great mind maugre usurpt Power or thrall Is free in CARISBROOK as in WHITEHALL At length their Innocence breakes forth like Day And chase black Nights suspicious clouds away Fortune's like Proteus the changling Kern But kick and she 'l to her true shape return Thy Lovers fortitude in hard assays Got them the Nuptiall Garland thee the Bayes In which ere verdant wreath no branch of Vine I spie it s dew'd with Helicon not Wine With strenuous sinewie words that CAT'LINE swells I reckon 't not among th' Men-miracles How could that Poem heat and vigour lack When each line oft cost BEN a glasse of sack When brisk Canary flowes with Castaly Wits torrent swells and the proud ●loud boiles high If you mixt ought with th' Aganippe floud 'T was but an Heritiques not God Bacchus's bloud The Hop 's the Heritique yet thou art he Bring'st Truth of Poesie out of Heresie If such things flow from th' fat a Brewers horse I 'l yoak with Medusean Pegasus The Grape and Hop in the same scale I 'l put Now now the Hoghead's equall with the Butt Go forth and live great Master of thy Pen And share the Lawrell with thy namesake BEN Whose Genius thou hast as well as name And as your wits are equall May your Fame It rests but that I wish the Actors may As well as thou hast written make the Play Playes written are not finished made they are I' th' study first next on the Theater ERYNIS OR Discords Speech in a private Presentment HOop Hoop me or I burst to what a fear'd Stupendious height I have my Trophies rear'd Though yet my Power and wishes be not even My head at each step tilts ' gainst stars in Heaven In Heaven where onely Jove me rule denies But as he hath me from above the skies I 've banish'd him beneath so of the tripple World he but one part holds but I a couple Far as the messe of jarring Brothers I Do puffe my severing breath if they swell high And stiffely plead their claimes to th' airy throne In Thunder that hoarse Stentors base doth drowne These my officious wormes as loud have hist And prest from Haemus top Mars to assist Their rage with artificiall claps that mock Joves idle terrors and his Region shake If they disigning to invade the skie Throw christal mounts on mounts to scale thereby And from their Potgun throats belch gusts that teare Granado like the Houses of the air In this my knotty bunch worse stormes each Snake Can raise which down at last in red showres break Thanks dutious Son more sage than Machiavel Though the joke saies he scarce is match'd in Hell Thanks for abusing the aspiring traine Their easie faith with but Divide and Raigne To their hopes scene now longing court they me Where I make them toyle for their Tragedie Thus gull'd they find no Raign but that of blood And Plagues high swelling as Ducalions Floud Whilst I and Spoyle like mercenary Bands Quell them that call us in and share their Lands Thus Slaves crowd in whilst I with smiling chear But clap my hands and cry fight Dog fight Beare Successe thus makes th' Oraculous sentence good Divide and DISCORD Raign shee 's understood An Anniverse on the