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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33421	The works of Mr. John Cleveland containing his poems, orations, epistles, collected into one volume, with the life of the author.	Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.	1687 (1687)	Wing C4654; ESTC R43102	252,362	558

I prize His artificial Grief who scans his eyes Mine weep down pious Beads but why should I Confine them to the Muses Rosary I am no Poet here my Pen's the Spout Where the Rain-water of mine eyes run out In pity of that Name whose Fate we see Thus copyed out in Grief's Hydrography The Muses are not Mer-maids though upon His Death the Ocean might turn Helicon The Sea 's too rough for Verse who rhymes upon 't With Xerxes strives to fetter th' Hellespont My Tears will keep no Channel know no Laws To guide their streams but like the waves their cause Run with disturbance till they swallow me As a Description of his Misery But can his spatious Virtue find a Grave Within the lmpostum'd bubble of a Wave Whose Learning if we sound we must confess The Sea but shallow and him bottomless Could not the Winds to countermand thy death With their whole Card of Lungs redeem thy breath Or some new Island in thy rescue peep To heave thy Resurrection from the Deep That so the World might see thy safety wrought With no less wonder than thy self was thought The famous S●…garite who in his life Had Nature as familiar as his Wife Bequeath'd his Widow to survive with thee Queen Dowager of all Philosophy An ominous Legacy that did portend Thy Fate and Predecessor's second end Some have affirm'd that what on Earth we find The Sea can parallel for shape and kind Books Arts and Tongues were wanting but in thee Neptune hath got an University We 'll dive no more for Pearls the hope to see Thy sacred Reliques of Mortality Shall welcome Storms and make the Seaman prize His Shipwrack now more than his Merchandize He shall embrace the Waves and to thy Tomb As to a Royaler Exchange shall come What can we now expect Water and Fire Both Elements our ruin do conspire And that dissolves us which doth us compound One Vatican was burnt another drown'd We of the Gown our Libraries must toss To understand the greatness of our Loss Be Pupils to our Grief and so much grow In Learning as our Sorrows overflow When we have fill'd the Rundlets of our Eyes We 'll issue't forth and vent such Elegies As that our Tears shall seem the Irish Seas We floating Islands living Hebrides An Elegy upon the Arch-bishop of Canterbury I Need no Muse to give my Passion vent He brews his Tears that studies to lament Verse chymically weeps that pious rain Distill'd by Art is but the sweat o'th'Brain Who ever sob'd in Numbers Can a Groan Be quaver'd out in soft Division 'T is true for common formal Elegies Not Bushel's Wells can match a Poet's Eyes In wanton Water-Works he 'll tune his Tears From a Geneva-Jig up to the Spheres But then he mourns at distance weeps aloof Now that the Conduit Head is our own Roof Now that the Fate is Publick we may call It Brittain's Vespers England's Funeral Who hath a Pencil to express the Saint But he hath Eyes too washing off the Paint There is no Learning but what Tears surround Like to Seth's Pillars in the Deluge drown'd There is no Church Religion is grown So much of late that she 's encreast to none Like an Hydropick Body full of Rheumes First swells into a Bubble then consumes The Law is dead or cast into a Trance And by a Law dough-bak'd an Ordinance The Liturgy whose doom was voted next Dy'd as a Comment upon him the Text. There 's nothing lives Life is since he is gone But a Nocturnal Lucubration Thus you have seen Death's Inventory read In the Summ total Canterbury's dead A sight would make a Pagan to baptize Himself a Convert in his bleeding Eyes Would thaw the Rabble that fierce Beast of ours That which Hyena-like weeps and devours Tears that flow brackish from their Souls within Not to repent but pickle up their Sin Mean time no squalid Grief his Look defiles He guilds his sadder Fate with nobler Smiles Thus the World's Eye with reconciled Streams Shines in his showers as if he wept his beams How could Success such Villanies applaud The State in Strassord fell the Church in Laud The Twins of publick rage adjudg'd to dye For Treasons they should act by Prophecy The Facts were done before the Laws were made The Trump turn'd up after the Game was play'd Be dull great Spirits and forbear to climb For Worth is sin and Eminence a Crime No Church-man can be Innocent and High 'T is height makes Grantham Steeple stand awry Epitaphium Thomae Spell Coll. Divi Iohannis Praesidis HIc jacet Quantillum Quanti Ille quatenus potuit mori Thomas Spellus Fuit nomen erit Epitheton Posthumus sibi perennabit idem Olim olim Ille qui sibi futurus Posteri Ut esse poterat Majores sui Honestis quicquid debuit Natalibus Mactus in sese disputandus utrum Sui magis an ex Patrum traduce Quem vitae Drama Mitionem dedit Qui verbae protulit ut Alcedo pullos Omine pacis Quocum sepulta jacet Urbanitas Et Malaci mores tanquam Soldurii Commoriuntur Pauperum Scipio amor omnium Collegii Coagulum Honorum Climax Scholaris Socius Senior Praeses Et Pastor gregis in cruce providus Oculos à flendo non moror amplius Vixit Mark Anthony WHen as the Nightingale chanted her Vespers And the wild Forrester couch'd on the ground Venus invited me in th' Evening Whispers Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd Where she before had sent My Wishes Complement Unto my Heart's content Play'd with me on the Green Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Aegyptian Queen First on her cherry Cheeks I mine Eyes feasted Thence fear of Surfeiting made me retire Next on her warmer Lips which when I tasted My duller Spirits made me active as fire Then we began to dart Each at anothers Heart Arrows that knew no smart Sweet Lips and Smiles between Never Mark c. Wanting a Glass to plate her Amber Tresses Which like a Bracelet rich decked mine Arm Gawdier than Iuno wears when as she Graces Iove with Embraces more stately than warm Then did she peep in mine Eyes humour Chrystalline I in her Eyes was seen As if we one had been Never Mark c. Mystical Grammar of Amourous Glances Feeling of Pulses the Physick of Love Rhetorical Courtings and Musical Dances Num●…ring of Kisses Arithmetick prove Eyes like Astronomy Straight-limb'd Geometry In her Art's Ingeny Our Wits were sharp and keen Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Aegyptian Queen The Author's Mock-Song to Mark Anthony WHen as the Nightingale sang Pluto's Mattins And Cerberus cry'd three Amens at a Howl When Night wandring Witches put on their Pattins Midnight as dark as their Faces are foul Then did the Furies doom That the Night-Mare was come Such a mishapen Groom Puts down Su. Pomfret clean Never did Incubus Touch such a filthy Sus At this foul Gypsie Quean First on her Goosberry

Disguise Where ever Men where ever Pillage lyes Like ravenous Vultures our wing'd Navy flys Under the Tropick we are understood And bring home Rapine through a Purple Flood New Circulations found our Blood is hurl'd As round the lesser to the greater World In civil Broils he did us first engage And made three Kingdoms subject to his Rage One fatal Stroke slew Justice and the Cause Of Truth Religion and our sacred Laws So fell Achilles by the Trojan Band Though he still fought with Heaven its self in 's hand Nor would Domestick Spoil confine his Mind No Limits to his Fury but Mankind The Brittish Youth in Forreign Coasts are sent Towns to destroy but more to Banishment Who since they cannot in this Isle abide Are confin'd Prisoners to the World beside No Wonder then if we no Tears allow To him that gave us Wars and Ruin too Tyrants that lov'd him griev'd concern'd to see There must be Punish●…ent for Cruelty Nature her self rejoyced at his Death And on the Waters sung with such a Breath As made the Sea dance higher than before While her glad Waves came dancing to the Shore FINIS THE Rustick Rampant OR RURAL ANARCHY AFFRONTING Monarchy IN THE INSURRECTION OF WAT TYLER By I C. Claudian Asperius nihil est humili cum surgit in altum LONDON Printed by R. Holt for Obadiah Blagrave at the Bear in St. Paul's Church-yard 1687. Iohn of Lydgate Lib. 4. ANd semblably to put it at a Prefe And execute it by clear Experience One the most contrarious Mischief Found in this Earth by notable Evidence If only this by Fortunate Uiolence When that Wretches churlish of Fature The Estate of Princes unwarely doth recure A Crown of Gold is nothing according For to be set upon a Knaves heed A Foltish Clerk for to wear a Ring Accordeth not who that can take hede And in this World there is no greater Dread Then Power give if it be well sought Unto such one that first rose up of Fought There is no manner iust Convenience A Royal Carbuncle Ruby or Garnet For a chast Emeraud of Uirtues Excelence For Inde Saphirs in Copper to be set 〈◊〉 Kind'ly Power in foul Metal is let And so the State of politick Puysance Is euer lost where Knaves have Governance For a time they may well up ascend Like windy Smoaks their fumes sprede A crowned Ass plainly to comprehend Uoid of Discretion is more for to drede Then is a Lyon for that one indede Of his Fature is Mighty and Royal Uoid of Discretion that other Beastial The gentle Fature of a strong Lyon To prostrate People of kind is merciable For unto all that fall afore him doun His Royal Puissaunce cannot be vengeable But churlish ●…olves by Rigour untreatable And folty She-asses eke of Beastialty Failing Reason braid ever on Cruelty Fone is so proud as he that can no good The leuder heed the more Presumption Most Cruelty and Uengeance in low Blood ●…ith Malaper●…ness and Indiscretion Of Churl and Gentle make this Division Of outhor of them I dare right well report Fro thence they came thereto they wyll resort To the Reader THe Beginnings of the Second Richard's Reign are turmoiled with a Rebellion which shook his Throne and Empire A Rebellion not more against Religion and Order than Nature and Humanity too a Rebellion never to be believed but in the Age it was acted in and our own in which we find how terrible the Overflows of the common People ever delighted in the Calamities of others untyed and hurryed on by their own Wills and beastly Fury must prove Though Masanello is short of Tyler yet if we compare that Fisherman with our Hind the Neapolitan Mechanicks and our Clowns we shall not find them much unlike not in their sudden Flourish and Prosperity not in the Mischiefs they did and the barbarous savage Rudeness in the doing them Masanello made a Shew of foolish unseasonable Piety to the Prince and Archbishop which became not his part which made him the more imperfect Rebel the worse Politician however he might seem the better Man but these too might be but counterfeit Reverence this might be his Disguise and he might have come up to more according to the new Lights which we may imagine was breaking in The Continuance and Mis-rule of these Worthies were much of a Length in a few ' Days the Brands themselves had fired broke upon their own Heads they were pluck'd up before their full Growth like airy flitting Clouds they were blown over e'er they could pour down the Storm they were big with The Colours of these Tumults were fair and taking such as their Architects Baal and Straw the Priests had laid such as the Masters of these Schools have deliver'd in all Ages The Weal publick the Liberty of the free-born People pilled and flayed by the King's Taxes and the cruel Oppression of the Gentry Iustice Reformation or Regulation of Fundamental Laws long subverted considerable Names if we may believe them set them on The King his Glory his Honour his Safety the King and the Commons are cry'd up But the King was compassed with Traitors and Malignants they will have it so and it is their Care to remove them Root and Branch they will fire the House to cleanse it much other Business they had much was amiss much to be reformed but in the first Sally all is not noised what was not handsome what might give a fuller Fright was lapped up in Folds to be discovered as they had thriven to be swallowed but gilded with a Victory we know Crimes carried in a happy Stream of Luck lose their Names in it are Beautiful and must be thought so The Ordale of the Sword justified Caesar and condemned Pompey not his Cause Adversae res etiam bonos detractant says Salust Good Men if they miscarry do not only lose themselves but their Integrity their Iustness their Honesty they are what the Conqueror pleases and the silly Multitude which ever admires the glitter of Prosperity will hate them Providence preserved the English Nation from this Blow The Lawrel of Success crowned not the Rebels they crumble to their first Dust again are ruined by their own Weight and Confusion They had risen like those Sons of the Dragons Teeth in Tempests without Policy or Advice Their Leaders were meerly fantastical but Goblins and Shadows Men willing to embroyl and daring whose Courage was better than their Cause and who to advance the Design would not boggle at a piece of Honesty an Oath a Protestation or Covenant a Verse of St. Paul or St. Peter a Case of Conscience in the Way of brave bold manly Spirits yet without Heads or Wits to manage the Great Work which in so vast a Body suddenly composed like the Spawns of Nile of Slime and Dirt of so different Parts so unequal Members was fatal to the Whole Tyler had no Brains he could not plot nor contrive and those about him were as