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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

your's that's of white Paper What ever Midnight can be here The Moon-shine of your Face will clear Nymph My Moon of an Eclipse is ' fraid If thou should'st interpose thy Shade Boy Yet one thing Sweet-heart I will ask Take me for a new fashion'd Mask Nymph Done but my Bargain shall be this I 'll throw my Mask off when I kiss Boy Our curl'd Embraces shall delight To checker Limbs with black and white Nymph Thy Ink my Paper make me guess Our Nuptial-bed will prove a Press And in our Sports if any come They 'l read a wanton Epigram Boy Why should my Black thy Love impair Let the dark Shop commend the Ware Or if thy Love from black forbears I 'll strive to wash it off with Tears Nymph Spare fruitless Tears since thou must needs Still wear about thy mourning Weeds Tears can no more affection win Than wash thy Aethiopian Skin A Young Man to an Old Woman courting him PEace Beldam Eve surcease thy Suit There 's no Temptation in such Fruit. No rotten Medlars whilst there be Whole Orchards in Virginity Thy Stock is too much out of Date For tender Plants t'inoculate A Match with thee the Bridegroom fears Would be thought Incest in his years Which when compar'd to thine become Odd Money to thy Grandam Sum. Can Wedlock know so great a Curse As putting Husbands out to Nurse How Pond and Rivers would mistake And cry new Almanacks for our sake Time sure hath wheel'd about his Year December meeting Ianiveer Th' Aegyptian Serpent figures Time And strip'd returns into his Prime If my Affection thou wouldst win First cast thy Hieroglyphick Skin My Modern Lips know not alack The old Religion of thy Smack I count that Primitive Embrace As out of Fashion as thy Face And yet so long 't is since thy fall Thy Fornication's Classical Our Sports will differ thou must play Lero and I Alphonso way I 'm no Translator have no vein To turn a Woman young again Unless you 'l grant the Taylor 's due To see the Fore-bodies he new I love to wear Cloths that are flush Not prefacing old Rags with Plush Like Aldermen or Under-shrieves With Canvas Backs and Velvet Sleeves And just such Discord there would be Betwixt thy Skeleton and me Do study Salve and Triacle ply Your Tenant's Leg or his sore Eye Thus Matrons purchase Credit thank Six penny-worth of Mountebank Or chew thy Cud on some Delight That thou didst taste in Eighty eight Oh be but Bed-rid once and then Thou l't dream thy youthful Sins agen But if thou needs wilt be my Spouse First hearken and attend my Vows When Aetna's fires shall undergo The Penance of the Alpes in Snow When Sol at one blast of his Horn Posts from the Crab to Capricorn When the Heavens shuffle all in one The Torrid with the Frozen Zone When all these Contradictions meet Then Sybil thou and I will greet For all these Similies do hold In my young Heat and thy dull Cold. Then if a Fever be so good A Pimp as to inflame thy Blood Hymen shall twist thee and thy Page The distinct Tropicks of Man's Age Well Madam Time be ever bald I 'll not thy Perriwig be call'd I 'll never be ' stead of a Lover An aged Chronicle's new Cover Upon an Hermaphrodite SIr or Madam choose you whether Nature twists you both together And makes thy Soul two Garbs consess Both Petticoat and Breeches Dress Thus we chastise the God of Wine With Water that is Feminine Until the cooler Nymph abate His Wrath and so concorporate Adam till his Rib was lost Had the Sexes thus ingrost When Providence our Sire did cleave And out of Adam carved Eve Then did Man 'bout Wedlock treat To make his Body up compleat Thus Matrimony speaks but thee In a Grave Solemnity For Man and Wife make but one right Canonical Hermaphrodite Ravel thy Body and I find In every Limb a double kind Who would not think that Head a pair That breeds such Faction in the Hair One half so churlish in the Touch That rather than endure so much I would my tender Limbs apparel With Regulus his nailed Barrel But the other half so small And so amourous withal That Cupid thinks each Hair doth grow A String for his invisible Bow When I look Babies in thine Eyes Here Venus there Adonis lies And though thy Beauty be high Noon Thy Orb contains both Sun and Moon How many melting Kisses skip 'Twixt thy Male and Female Lip 'Twixt thy upper brush of Hair And thy neather Beard 's despair When thou speak'st I would not wrong Thy Sweetness with a double Tongue But in every single Sound A perfect Dialogue is found Thy Breasts distinguish one another This the Sister that the Brother When thou joyn'st Hands my Ear still fancies The Nuptial Sound I Iohn take Frances Feel but the difference soft and rough This a Gantlet that a Muff. Had sly Ulysses at the Sack Of Troy brought thee his Pedler's Pack And Weapons too to know Achilles From King Lycomedes Phillis His Plot had fail'd this hand would feel The Needle that the Warlike Steel When Musick doth thy pace advance Thy right Leg takes the left to dance Nor is 't a Galliard danc'd by one But a mixt Dance though all alone Thus every Het'roclite apart Changes Gender but thy Heart Nay those which Modesty can mean But dare not speak are Epicene That Gamester needs must overcome That can play both with Tib and Tom. Thus did Nature's Mintage vary Coyning thee a Philip and Mary The Author to his Hermaphrodite made after Mr. Randolph's Death yet inserted into his Poems PRoblem of Sexes Must thou likewise be As disputable in thy Pedegree Thou Twins in one in whom Dame Nature tries To throw less than Aums Ace upon two Dice Wer 't thou serv'd up two in one Dish the rather To split thy Sire into a double Father True the World's Scales are even what the Main In one place gets another quits again Nature lost one by thee and therefore must Slice one in two to keep her number just Plurality of Livings is thy State And therefore mine must be Impropriate For since the Child is mine and yet the Claim Is intercepted by another's Name Never did Steeple carry double truer His is the Donative and mine the Cure Then say my Muse and without more Dispute Who 't is that Fame doth super institute The Theban Wittal when he once descrys Iove is his Rival falls to Sacrifice That Name hath tipp'd his Horns see on his Knees A Health to Hans in ●…elder Hercules Nay Sublunary 〈◊〉 are content To entertain their 〈◊〉 with Complement And shall not he be proud whom Randolph daigns To quarter with his Muse both Arms and Brains Gramercie Gossip I rejoyce to see Th' hast got a Leap of such a Barbary Talk not of Horns Horns are the Poet's Crest For since the Muses left their former Nest To found a Nunnery in Randolph's