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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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Wing C4668; Thomason E385_9; ESTC R201460
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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