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The character of a moderate intelligencer with some select poems. / Written by the same author. J.C.
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Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.
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1647
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Love my great offence And my wilfull Insolence That durst boast I ne're would be Subject to thy Deitie Thou that Lovers hearts inflam'st And the proudest Champions tam'st Take thy quiver and thy bow And thy wonted power show Draw thy Arrow to the head But not that is tipt with lead Wound sweet Delia as thou didst When my heart so right thou hitst Pierce her obdurate heart that I May in her Societie Be link't whose beauty dimm's the Sunne Who when he spies backe doth runne All ashamed that her eye Should with his glorious lustre vie Wound her deeply else I feare She ne're bucksome will appeare Unto me who dare to woe Her whom service strive to doe Those who far to outward sence 'Bove me challenge preheminence I acknowledge just it were If thou shouldst to shoot forbeare But thy mercy I implore To forgot what was before And for the future I will be Another Ovid unto thee To DELIA Scorning him LAdy scorne me not cause I Jet it not in bravery Nor because I Lands doe want Nor because my coine is scant I have that the world can't get Nor yet for money purchase it When as thy Silken Lovers all Having receiv'd their buriall Shall on earth be quite forgotten Ere their earthly Trunkes are rotten I shall live by will of Fame And ever on the earth have name Then smooth thy rugged front and be More blithe thou my sole Deitie Divinest Beauty let me twine Thy body in these armes of mine And be more happy then if I Did command a Monarchy Thy rare vertues I 'le rehearse Sing thy praise in lofty verse That shall make thee honor'd be Unto all Posteritie Equalling Julia Lawra Stella Cynthia Lesbia Amorella Then O dearest cleare thy brow And some grace to him allow Who for thy disdaine doth languish Grant him favour cease his anguish Thy sweet beautie drew me on Thus thy heart to set upon Be not guilty of my death If thou hat'st me ' reave my breath I shall esteeme it my chiefe blisse If thy faire hand my soule dismisse But if pittie move thy mind And that to love thou art inclin'd Let me know my happinesse That my thankes I may ezpresse Unto Cupid and may praise His goodnesse to me in my Laies The strange Divorce on the Queens departure out of England It cannot be that thou shouldst so depart And we not strive thy journey to divert Shall Charles lose half himselfe and we not mourne And on our knees invoke thee to returne They 'r silent all a lethargie doth ceaze Upon their minds a crampe hath tane their knees They see their losse and yet untroubled stand See thy wing'd Vessell launch out from the Strand Behold their Soveraigne bewaile his state With sighs and teares their crimes to expiate Have patience dread Lord and cease remorse Heaven it selfe weeps at this strange Divorce The Angels sigh the genius of the Land Covers her face and doth amazed stand But thou ere long shalt see bright Sol display His beames on earth and make a gawdie day Great Neptune calme thy waves thou now dost beare Englands Great Queene who takes the Sea for feare Not as Europa when she backt the Bull Whence Lybian Hammon hath his horned skull Not as Atrides wife when she forsooke Her Lord to doate on Alexanders looke But oh accurst forc't on thy waves to run Her Husbands much bewailed fate to shun Let Aeol bind the winds in gyves of brasse Not suffer Boreas from his Cave to passe Let Mermaids with the Syrens now agree As her Ship glides to chaunt harmoniously Thaetis forsake thy watry bower as when Thou chear'st thy Sonne wrong'd by the King of men With all thy watry Traine set forth to meet Englands Great Queen who doth o're Neptune fleet A Princesse made of goodnesse and compact Of all those vertues make her Sex exact Her vertue wounds her and she flies from them Which vertue as a thing of nought esteeme France let thy Genius smile our losse to thee Will cause loud Ecchoes of sweet jollitie Heaven forbid thou shouldst from goodnes fail And our disease be Epidemicall That thou shouldst faile Her Highnesse to accept And honour Charles his Sponse with dread respect No we have better thoughts and wee 'l not feare That shee 'l with joy returne and cheare us here POETASTERS FRom that all scient ever springing Fount Upon the two-brow'd hill Pernassus Mount The Fountaine that Perseus winged Horse Strooke with his hindfoot when he fetcht his course Through the thrise three times lythe and gentle ayre To save from spoyle Andromeda the faire How come so many thence water to draw Whom Homer nor the Muses never saw Learn'd Tailor Martin Parker have their lot And as a third take in Mercer the Scot. The Independent Presbyter ALinsey Woolsey Garment mixt with haire Halfe Asse halfe Mule or like the Minotaure A Probleme of two Sexes in one met As if a Camell should a Cow beget Nabuchadnezars Image Waters Smoake Or as an Aple grafted on an Oake So the rude Chaos in an heape was laid When cold the heate the heate the cold gainsaid When like an Embrio this whole masse of clay Before the Fiat yet imperfect lay The Preaching Souldier and the sighting Priest THe world 's turn'd arsey varsey upside downe Old customes out of fashion now are growne And in great Brittaine 't is most sure there is A strange and wondrous Metamorphosis Henceforward it will not so strange appeare To me that I should credit Plato's yeare I will beleeve mens soules to beasts do passe The strange opinion of Pythagoras That there 's a world i' th' Moone and I le nere swell To heare there is redemption out of hell Great Neptunes love killing Medusas head The maid-fac'd Harpyes nor that the winds have bred Swift Spanish Gennets Ilè nere henceforth doubt Holy S. Dunstane clinch'd the Devils snout For things more strange I with these eyes have seene A change of that I thought should nere have been The very Heathen have allotted Priests And they must only waite on Bacchus Feasts Delphian Apollo hath his offerings slaine Only by those his offerings do maintaine The Snake-like God Serapis whom with feare Even all rich Aegypt and the Nations nere Devoutly worship hath his long-gound traine Whose worke 't is only Incense to maintaine Minervas Temple that doth kisse the skie Where fam'd Psamniticus intomb'd doth lie Hath those who only do her Rites attend No Laick Thiefe must there his duty spend Where Pan the Arcadian God was worshipped And Goats ador'd there Goats as I have read Do mixe with women-kind so got was he Who lov'd the boy turn'd to a Cypresse Tree Yet even this rustick Deity hath those To kill his offerings who nought else dispose But we who serve the true Almighty Jove Unto our maker shew so little love That we permit both Priests and Laity Serve in the Temple to his Deity The Priests of Mars nere serv'd at Juno's shrine But Souldiers now descant on things Divine And that we might amaze the world we let Priests upon barbed horses for to get Lincolne alight doth all Gods Lore afford Thou shouldst the Pulpit leave to take the Sword To see thee arm'd doth trouble me so sore An uncouch'd Affrick Monster could not more Th' art a right Centaure some it much delights To see thee scuffle ' mongst the Lapethites I doe abhorre a woman should weare breeches A Priest that fights a man at Armes that Preaches FINIS
exclude Christ from his Mediatourship Nor will he tell you that their hearts faile them and that they feare the one will take vengeance on the other and with Cains that whosoever meeteth them will slay them nor that the Citizens of London have bought their wit at deare rates O where was Diogenes his Lanthorne and with their expence of Coine and Bloud have purchased his Majesties wrath nor that the Queene like another Isabella is courting Forraigne ayde there will be a John of Henault who if France should degenerate would assist her opportune hopes these matters he will not informe you the Diurnall and he are confederate and resolve to utter nothing but perfumed breath and make no Narration but what shall be pleasing to the close Committee With them as Coadjutors joyne the two Empericke Astronomers Lillie and Booker who can force the Planets that walke retrograde to make their perambulation no farther then their proper circuit perswade Malevolent Saturne to smile with a luckie Aspect smooth up their great Masters in hope of gaine stuffing those empty Bladders with moist aire telling them the motions of the superiour Bodies Prognosticate future Tranquility that the time will never come when they shall be examined on strict Interrogatories and yeeld an account of their Stewardships to their Royall Master for they must be no longer Stewards those two Disciples of ERRA PATER that can make predictions of fair weather in harvest and that the Sunne will lose some part of his light when he is Ecclipsed have led the Commons of this Kingdome as the Beares are led by the Nose with Bagpipes before them in the morning and in the afternoone are worried at the Stake they have cast a vaile before their eyes and have led them into a deepe pit by the hand Let Wharton Illuminate them he will shew them that his Majesty is not yet so low but he reads in the booke of heaven he may be yet raised and that it is possible he may once more be as great as ever that the Stars threaten the ruine of his enemies and that they like Jonas Gourd shall only flourish for an houre and then wither away and that his Majesties faithfull Subjects may yet have a time mutually to rejoyce together But here the Intelligencer hath left me and I leave him to peruse his owne shame The Sub-Committee THe Slaves are set the inke and Counters stands Upon the Table I at your commands Right Worshipfull am come and here have brought For you a paire of pick-tooths and a groat Nay rise not for your * their wives hens not cackle yet Undoe the Countrey seeing you are met I see the Canniballs when you I eye Or the man-eating Anthropophagie You are but under Tyrants not so wittie As the Round-Table Knights the Grand Committee O were you altogether you 'd out-vie The Athenian Thirty Romes Decemviri In Rage Injustice Crueltie as farre As you above those men in number are What misteries of Iniquitie doe we see Our Goods forc't from us for Proprietie The King Delinquents to protect did strive What Clubs Pikes Halbeits Lighters sav'd the five O Charles shall I accuse thy dismall fate That to Pigwidgins art subordinate Ship-money was unjustly tane they say But what Injustice tooke the Ships away To the Kings will the Lawes men sought to draw The Subjects will is now become the Law The Princely Eagle is mew'd up and Dawes Howlets and Buzzards wound him with their clawes Bright Sol's obscured and those guide the day That force his Carr through the most oblique way By what vaste hopes is your ambition fed T is red in bloud and may be plainly read The Bishops Lands O strange ye did of late Attempt in gold to transubstantiate For 't is ' gainst Superstition your intent Is to root out that great Church-Ornament Money and Lands your swords alas are drawne Against the Bishops not their Cap or Lawne And can you thinke that your designe will fadge Can that house stand is propt with sacriledge Besides Loanes Contributions Pole-monies Bribes Plunder and such common privileges Are words which you 'l ne're learne in holy Writ Till the Spirit and your Synod has mended it But I conclude the Scriptures you looke on Not as Gods Word but as the Alcharon To yeeld subjection you have quite forgot And therefore Christ will say I know you not Epitaph on the Archbishop of Canterbury A Heap of learned Dust here lies Englands Archbishop whose disguise Was such though ' gainst the Pope he wrot His curst betrayers knew it not Or would not else but made him be A Martyr to the Papacie THE ZEALOUS SECTARY REligion is a Circle Men contend And run the round in dispute without end The zealous Brothers say they doe not dare To take Gods Name in vaine 't is sinne to sweare I say so too but I 'de not have thereby Them priviledg'd 'bove others for to lie For to maintaine their new erected cause They hug a lie and call it pia fraus They whine and sigh out lies with so much ruth As if they griev'd ' cause they could ne're speake truth They for to vent their lies have Pulpits chose And thrust them forth apace at mouth at nose And how ere grosse are certaine to beguile The erring Earth-wormes of this middle I le Nay to the Almighties selfe they have been bold To lie and Greene the Anabaptist told They might say false to God for if things were Not as they wisht most sure God was not there Not all the Legends of the Saints of old Nor vast Baronius nor slye Surius hold Such plenty of apparant lies as are Vented by these men they in lies doe share Nay more these power over the Scriptures take Blot out some clauses and some new ones make Knolles durst avouch it would doe wondrous well To race out Christs descending into Hell From forth the Creed but hee 'l ne're change I feare The sentence of his owne descending there Yet modestly they use the Creed for they Would wisely take the Lords Prayer root branch away And wisely said a Levit of our Nation The Lords Prayer was a Popish Innovation Take heed you 'l grant ere long it should be fed An 't be but to desire your daily bread Organs to play i' th' Church offends their sence And therefore they have sung it out from thence Which shewes if right their minds were understood They hate it not as Musicke but as Good Their madnesse makes them sing as much as they Daunce who are bit with a Tarrantula Ye have your wish Gods worship is put downe Alas that vanisht when Charles mist his Crowne When you began with bloud to fat our Coast That fatall debt paid to great Straffords Ghost When hoodwinkt with your zeale you durst defie And even too assault his Majestie Your Ship doth lie at Anchor but if scann'd You have no Cable but a Rope of Sand. To Cupid an Ironicall Recantation PArdon