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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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Wing C4627; ESTC R29226
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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