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A collection of several poems and verses composed upon various occasions by Mr. William Cleland.
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Cleland, William, 1661?-1689.
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1697
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to conclude He 's Wisdom Strength He`s Just and Good But when we fixedly Consider How to bring Heaven and Earth together Wrapt in a Vail of Ahram's seed GOD came himself and Crushed their feed The first advances disappear Angels bless'd spirits and Saints draw near In through that Vail the place to enter Where Holyness and Glory Center Where Seraphims themselves see more Of his blessed nature them before But here its fit I hide my Face I stop my mouth and pant for Grace With Adoration to admire Untill he wholly me retire Where Elect Souls and Angels strong Consoris the Lambs and Moses long An Answer to a Letter from a Souldier Comerad while in the Camp I have Received thy Line thy Heart With a thrice sad adiew Which so my Marble Breast did smart That makes me to avow Tho hard it be in Friendship true And still Resolveâ⦠to be That hates to lose but still Renew Especially with thee Thy Heart of Gold I do append To this my Marble Breast There to Remain till Death shall send It`s Breathing to arrest Tââ¦en I 'm content that she or he That shall the same ââ¦nloose In this sucââ¦eed to me and thee Iâ⦠Heart and Brââ¦asts dispose But since these Fates thou`rt mind to try In Sympathy with thee These severall riââ¦ks I`m mind to run But sure our Company Would help full sweet and gratefull ââ¦e These leaden showers beââ¦ore But let`s not blame out Destiny But rather hope the more Our meeting I do not Despair But till it chance to come No other Musick I will care But shot ââ¦nd tuck of Drum My ââ¦eeble Meeter up I`le summ No muse I`le more implore But rather wish they may sing dumb And hear the Cannon Roar No Venus smile notwinkling eyes No specious Graceful port Which weââ¦kly mortals ofâ⦠surprise Shall Lines from me extort I`le me demââ¦ne in such a sort That nought but Languid Prose My Souls iââ¦tentions shall Report Thrice thrice adiew I close The Popish Party after the defeat of Monmouth and Argyle published an Insulting Ballad To the Tune of Hey Boyes up go we which coming to the hands of Leiutenant Col Cleland ââ¦e made the second part tâ⦠the same Tune and Strain holding forth the Language of their ââ¦ayes Anno 1685. NOW down with the Confounded Whiggs let Loyaltie take place Let Hell possess their Damn`d intrigues ââ¦nd all that cursed Race Let Oaths abound and Cups go round and Whoores and Rogues go free And Heaven it Self ââ¦toop to the Crown For Hey Boies up go Wee Come let us Drink a Health about unto our Holy Father His sacred Maxims without Doââ¦bt we will Embrace the rather Because they are fram`d with Wit and Sense and favours Monarchy And can with all ouâ⦠Sins Dispense so Hey Boyes up go we There we shall Ramble at our case and still enjoy the best And all our wild affections please in a Religiââ¦us Vest And yet keep Heaven at our Dispose if such a tââ¦ing there be And Dââ¦ag the people by the Nose so Hey Boyes up go we Our Mââ¦nastries they will provide and store above all Measure And spacious Nunââ¦eries beside where we may take our pleasure The English Ladiââ¦s when ââ¦hey ââ¦ind restraint in Liberty Will prove to us Excessive kind sâ⦠Hâ⦠Boies up gâ⦠we There`s some who do for Vertue plead and Glory do miscarry Assert we serve a Parricide or an Incendiaââ¦ie Buâ⦠we will murder Sham and Trick of such to make us free Weââ¦ll burn alive and ãâã Quick so Hey Boyes up go we The Paââ¦liament these poor sham Sots we`l make them well contenâ⦠To give supplies to cut their Throats and when they do consent We`ll kick these Villans on the breach no more of them will we But Britain better manners teach for Hey Boââ¦es up go we But if they Cââ¦ance to Temporize and foster fond Suspicions And tell King James of their Franchees their Charter and Conditions He`ll piss upon them and their Laws they`re blind that cannot see The longest Sword decides the Cause thus Hey Boies up go we The siââ¦s of the long Parliament he`ll visiââ¦e them upon Their oââ¦her Crimes and Heinous faults which since are come and gone Of Westminster and Oxfoord too the Damned Memorie He hath an Jrish Job to do so Hey Boies up go we And that he may Faeilitat his work he`l work a while By Toleration Lull asleep the Rogues and them beguile Some subtile potions he 'll compose of Grace and Clemencie To blunt all those who him oppose so Hey Boyes up go we Some few Lines made upon the sight of Printed Papers of Mr. William Houstouns To die obscure must be a dismal Fate Since Mortals purchase Fame at such a rate As burning Cities razing Regal seats Destroying Temples overturning States But meaner sp'rits whom Destiny contracts Not to aspire unto such Glorious Acts Yet Phaetons in conceit will be content E`re Fame be wanting to be Fools in Print FINIS Follows some Verses made by diverse Hands upon Leiutenent Col William Cleland after his Death An ELEGIE upon the Death of the much Honoured Leiutenent Colonel WILLIAM CLELAND IS Cleland gone And is there any Breath Will not bemoan this galant Hero`s death Yea Clelands gone who after him can be A Cleland to compose his Elegie His Pen wherewith he did immortalize The death of others for a hand now cries To be employed to publicat his Fame In his own Stile who can exhaust this Theam Some praise the Liberal Soul and some do prize The Mind that`s stedfast others magnifies The Tongue that 's eloquent others admire A Breast not subject to nor toucht with fear Some praise the Learned some think the Prudent be Above the common Fate and Destinie Of other Mortals some think the Devote Are persons blessed in their hardest Lot ââ¦or Poesie some have a Veneration ââ¦ith some the Sedulous in their Vocation Are in esteem How to be praised is be In whom these Vertues in a high degree Did burn and blaze in a most lofty strain Who from his Praises can himself refrain Come Poets all supply my lake of skill To write his praises bring each one his Quil From wings of Pegasus and do not spare To celebrate in Verse his Vertues rare Mourn ye Inhabitants of Helicon Your Captain now lyes dead at Galedon Come Philosophick wits imploy your Arts To find out what perfections and parts The Learned do aceomplish which he wanted And what they have which to him was not granted Mourn all ye Learn'd and his death bemoan Who was the Muses eldest dearest Son Come all ye Lovers of the Mathematicks Students of politicks and Laws or practicks Ye that the Divine Mysteries of Truth Profess to search admire this excellent Youth Deplore his death whose great Soul did aspire To all the highest secrets you admire Come all Religions Lovers who for duty And for your Zeal for Reformations beauty Were persecute by treacherous Tyrants hands Chas'd in your own
their beards plucked And some did claw where nothing yooked ââ¦ome said a secreeâ⦠Pater Noster And some were in a Laughing Poster ââ¦ome began to Jock and Gibe ââ¦thers were cursiââ¦g the whole Tribe ââ¦f these who made such ââ¦ellish act To put Men`s Conscience on racks Others prepared to appear ââ¦nd Rancounter the Cavalier ââ¦ow by the way I must begg leive ãâã brief Character for to give ââ¦f this brave Fellow spake so home ââ¦nd to the Point so closâ⦠did come Which in few Words I think I can He was a Courtlie ââ¦lergie Man Which taken in it`s Latitude Doth all that I can say include It`s true I dare not be precise To say he all the Properties Has of a Courtier that 't a Taill Too long for Joââ¦n of Laudââ¦rdail Which if he had it`s like he might Play to the Tikes some Foxes slight By taking it betwixt his feet And with hot water making`t wet And when the Tikes were near to hold'im Might with a whisk almost blindfold`um Altho the Cavalier doth want Somâ⦠Properties yet I must grant Considering this present ââ¦ime He hath some that are Tight and Prime For Champion Conscience none will bate him For Flattery tââ¦ere`s few will mate him Of Power Supeââ¦iour and forsooth He hath a Tongue that`s gay and smooth He haââ¦h some art to tincture Vice And to sell Hemlock seed for Spice To ââ¦et Court Sadles on skeigh Nages And help to back unruly Stages To strowe Beans on his Neighbours stairs And trouble other Men`s Affairs And to set Prospects to some Eyes Who cannot well discern a prise Tho he can swear from side to side And lye I think he cannot hide He has been several times affronted By slie Backspearers and accounted An emptie Rogue They are not fitt ââ¦or Stealth that want a good Up put But now a Priest rose to withstand him Who well knew where his own shoe band him And said your Lordship I commend You take your Tale by the Right End I must confess the Matter 's here Here is the thing that nicks us near I know there may be something said That when this Alleadgeance was made We thought the King would not assert To him more Power than was his parâ⦠And that he all our Grants would bring Square to the Nature of the thing Our Loyalty was so profuse Nothing he ask`d we did refuse Crediting Truth and every thing To the Benigneness of a King Looking he would not spoil us streight Of that to which we had a Right By Apostolick Institution Who would have thought on such Confusion Of Air and Water Heav`ns and Earth Bringing the World to it`s first Birth The Ancient Chaos wanting figure Who could expect so strange a Rigour Yea several Acts of Parliament Might have occasionââ¦d our Consent Framed in favours as you`ll see Of Churches Right and Libertie But truely when I dâ⦠perpend The Matter to the nether end I must confess this fair like sconce Gives little Shelter Help or Sonce Tho I were hasting to the Mooles I `ll say some knaves were some were fools And some were both thus let it stand That ââ¦cots men`s wise behind the hand But when you argue to the ouââ¦most In Truth your Arguments are but dust Though Terms to which we have consented Makes us sit dumb and I repent it Your Argumentings all do hang On Hobbs and Others of that gang So you rub alse much of the Blutter Of the Augeian stall and gutter On your own Cheeks as you do sting On these who will not you Note sing And more Sir they`re accounted Babies By solid Men and Learned Rabbies Whose Sentiments are all supported By Reasons may be well rââ¦torted For gââ¦ant Powââ¦r absolute to Princes Pray from what ground shall your Defences Flow neaââ¦ly out and solid be Against the Pope`s Supââ¦emacie Let us go to the King for sight Of what`s conform to Truth and Right What Actings fair are what are foul The King`s to us the higher Rule Than Sacred Write Whither ye lean you The Pope with your own Armes will ââ¦tain you If you say there are Contradictions In several Popes their Noddle Fictions Against ushe cuts that same Caper Founded on word of mouth and paper They`re falsââ¦oods now that once were Truth By Father CHARLES`s dying mouth But I think some will grant each such thing When once it comes to go or touching But Clergie Men may knock at Hell`s gate And yet return this is fell faââ¦e For me I do not love such chââ¦ps Or in a Pulpit to kiss knops Be pleased Sir on it to think Ye ââ¦hall not all of us hood-wink I `ll say no more lest I should make Things rather worse and lose my talk Upstart another with a smile And said my Lord shall all your while Be spent in idle clitter clatter And waving fingers in the water This work at present will not woââ¦k As long 's these Lowns gets leave to lurk In their fat Manââ¦es nought prevails They stair on you and tell old Tales To say`t my Lord â⦠will not spare The fault is in the Countrey Air That so constringeth our wind pipes Our Wââ¦asands Stomacks and small Tripes That we can scarce get ought ov`r put That`s any greater nor a Nut. Yea there are some Men that do feel Great stress in swallowing a Pill Yea some will spue and bock and spit At moats like to a Midge`s foot We scunner at most part of meat Which we`re not used for to eââ¦t Hence few of us can eat Swine`s flesh Let it be reeââ¦ed salt or fresh Thir Gentlemen have Weasands narrow That makes them tartle flinch and tarrow A Medicine I will prescrive And paun my Thraple it shall thrive Send them a while to other Nations Whence their Veins may have Dilatations When they return they`ll you request To have the favour of the Test They are not few Experiments To prove the Point but one presents It self at present which Iââ¦ll relate And put the matter beyond debate A Man of narrow Conscience A while agoe went ov'r to France It`s well known what was the Occasion He could not take the Declaration When he return'd he got it ov`r Without a Host a Bock or Glour And when this Test came first a thort Any that saw this strange Deport Perceiv'd his Maw to Hink and Jarr He went Abroad but not so farr As soon as London Air he got It slipt like Oysters ov`r his Throat He said no more bââ¦t down did get And Keckled at his own Conceit With this rose up a good old Cannie A pluffie cheek`d red Bearded Mannie Who all this time had taken ease And fostred Lavrocks Doves and Bees To keep him Companie at home For seldom he abroad did come He stââ¦oakes his Beard and rubs his Chin And clawes his Luggs then did begin It is a good old ââ¦onsie saying That little Wit makes meikle straying If we had made our Judgements lurk Till once we`d seen how things would work