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A33435	J. Cleaveland revived poems, orations, epistles, and other of his genuine incomparable pieces never before publisht : with some other exquisite remains of the most eminent wits ... that were his contemporaries.	Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.; Williamson, E., 17th cent.	1659 (1659)	Wing C4674; ESTC R23713	49,557	155

seat or foot-stool of that Company And Eolus before he will set free The windy Tenant sayes Now go and flee O're flow●y Gardens brush the verdant meads And sweetest walk's where fair'st beauty treads Yea Ransack natur's wardrope for perfumes More precious then the costliest dame consumes Then gently breath upon that lovely train That are a tripping on the fallow plain For now unlesse my Calender do ly Since fair Diana and her Company Did trace these spacious plains bright Phoebus Carre Hath run from Pisces to the watry Starre From thence to Leo for 't is just the day That was appointed for to dance and play That day which to posterity shall shine In Almanacks writ with a Rubrick line In which days praise the sisters that do sing In pale Pyrene and Heliconian spring Do drink of shall compose more witty lay's Then were e're heard of in old Orpheus dayes Their chief Musician shall Indite a story Which shall eternize this days founders glory He 's a fit subject for a'l Poets quills That bring 's Arcadia to our Cotswold-hills Me thinks each Creatur's proud to spend his breath In vindicating this mans name from death The Candid winds as they these downs fly over Whistle the praise of praise-deserving Dover Heavens winged Q●iristers do warble forth More pleasant notes and celebrate his worth In sweetest tunes the till-now sullen earth Hath deckt her breast with flowers fit for mirth Fain would she vent but 'cause she cannot speak His praise she weeps it else her heart would break For where that famous Valley she o're looks Run drilling from her eyes sweet silver brooks Which when in progresse they salute those plains Whose large increase yields Wickham men great gains In honour of that place they leap on high And frisk and dance for joy they are so nigh Each lumpish peble stone they justle far As who should say Be frolick as we are Then they repine at their streight-lacing shore Prohibiting their passage to his dore And to declare that they obliged stand In sign of homage they salute the land But when their haste hath posted them from thence Where his Tutelars keep their residence They burt against each nook and as they swell Look back and cry For ever live fare-well Then they to Avoan blazon out his worth And she to Severne Severne sets it forth To Isis who her sister Thame implores To tell the Ocean an the Ocean roares It to the world so that there is no ground Where his Encomions Eccho doth not sound The Bacchides old Bacchus made to thee Their red-nos'd pimple-faced diety Those feasts call'd Orgia and the Matrons chast To Ceres celebrate a nine-dayes feast Call'd first-fruits offerings to the Queen of May Call'd Flora youth did make a holy day Where garlands deckt the temples of the Queen And maidens measur'd Galliards on the green Th' ensuing age wants Patrons to support Bacchus or Ceres rights or Flora's sport Till Dover comes who Flora Queen of May Doth re-install into her holy-day He sleights the rest 't is sure because they be The Grand supporters of all Luxury First shall the tender Lambs with Tigers dwell And fearfull Harts shall lodge with Lyons fell First shall the glorious Star-bestudded sky Want light and Neptun's regiment be dry First shall the Courtiers leave their sweet imbraces Ladies to plaister o're their furrow'd faces First she whose nasty breath offends her love Shall cease her mouth to sweeten with a Clove First shall Nyctimene that bird of night To fly at noon take pleasure and delight Ere Cotswold shepheards on their joynted reeds Shall cease to sing his fame-deserving deeds Who from their Tombs wherein they were inthral'd The ancient dancing Druides hath call'd Which from the woods did walk unto the plain There dance a Jigge and so return again Let him that dares this dancing green deface Be plagued as well as Erisicthon was Who cause he ●eld those dancers sacred tree Was pin'd with famin di'd in miserie The rustick swains shall henceforth take delight To cheat the tedious cold December night With such sweet Sonnets as the Poets frame In honour of thy thi●-dayes-work and name Yea they themselves so long shall sleep in mirth Making of Lambs-woll on the winters hearth Untill Aurora's snow white limbs they spie Through nights black Curtains and the night to die Thus shall they dayly sing sit hatch a laugh And to thy health brave Dover freely quaffe To the Queen Great Queen WHom tumults lessen not whose wombe we see Keeps the same Method still the same decree And midst the brandish't swords and trumpets voyce Brings forth a Prince a conquest to that noise We greet the courage of your births and spy Your consorts spirit dancing in your eye Valour he shrouds in armour you in vaile You wrapt in Tiffany and he in maile The fair'st bloom might since the seasons lou'r Loose all its sent and turn a common flow'r A storm might blast the beauty of that brow And the fresh Rose shrink from its glory now But there the constant flower in tempests gay As in the silent whispers of the day Can thrive in blasts and alike fruitfull be When Charls in steel or Charls in robes you see You smile a mother when the just King stands Or with a show'r or thunder in his hands Thus you alone seated above all Jais Turn noise to tunes and lightning into Stars An Elegie on Ben. Johnson POet of Princes Prince of Poets wee If to Apollo well may pray to thee Give Gloworms leave to peep who till thy night Could not be seen we darkned were with light For Stars t' appear after the fall o th' Sun Is at the least modest presumption I 've seen a great Lamp lighted by the small Spark of a flint found in a field or wall Our inner Verse faintly may shaddow ●orth A dull reflection of thy glorious worth And like a statue homely fashion'd raise Some trophies to thy mem'ry though not praise Those shallow Sirs who want sharp sight to look On the majestick splendour of thy book That rather chuse to hear an Archy prate Then the full sense of a learn'd Laureate May when they see thy name thus plainly writ Admire the solemn measure of thy wit And like thy works beyond a gawdy show Of boords and canvass wrought by Inigo Ploughmen who puzzled are with figures come By tallies to the reck'ning of a sum And milk-sop heirs which from their mothers lap Scarce travell'd know far countryes by a map Shakespeare may make griefs merry Beaumonts stile Ravish and melt anger into a smile In winter nights or after meals they be I must confesse very good companie But thou exact'st our best hours industrie We may read them we ought to study thee Thy scenes are precepts every verse doth give Counsell and teach us not to laugh but live You that with towring thoughts presume so high Swell'd with a vain ambitions tympany To dream on Scepters whose

J. Cleaveland Revived POEMS ORATIONS EPISTLES And other of his Genuine Incomparable Pieces never before publisht WITH Some other Exquisite Remains of the most eminent Wits of both the Universities that were his Contemporaries Non norunt haec monumenta mori LONDON Printed for Nathaniel Brook at the Angel in Corn-hill 1659. For weighty Numbers sense misterious wayes Of happie Wit Great Cleauland claimes his Baies Sepultus Colleg Whitintonij 1. May An o 1658. To the Discerning READER WOrthy Friend there is a saying Once well done and ever done the wisest men have so considerately acted in their times as by their learned works to build their own monuments such as might eternize them to future ages our Iohnson named his Works when others were called Playes though they cost him much of the lamp and oil yet he so writ as to obliege posterity to admire them our deceased Heroe Mr. Cleaveland knew how to difference legitimate births from abortives his mighty Genius anviled out what he sent abroad as his informed minde knew how to distinguish betwixt writing much and well a few of our deceased Poets pages being worth cart-loads of the Scriblers of these times It was my fortune to be in Newark when it was besieged where I saw a few manuscripts of Mr. Cleavelands amongst others I have heard that he writ of the Treaty at Uxbridge as I have been informed since by a person I intrusted to speak with one of Mr. Cleavelands noble frends who received him courteously and satisfied his enquiries as concerning the papers that were left in his custody more particularly of the Treaty at Uxbridge That it was not finisht nor any of his other papers fit for the presse They were offered to the judicious consideration of one of the most aecomplisht persons of our age he refusing to have them in any further examination as he did not conceive that they could be publisht without some injury to Mr. Cleaveland from which time they have remained sealed and lockt up neither can I wonder at this obstruction when I consider the disturbances our Authour met with in the time of the Siege how scarce and bad the paper was the ink hardly to be discerned on it the intimacie I had with Mr. Cleaveland before and since these civill wars gained most of these papers from him it being not the least of his mis-fortunes out of the love he had to pleasure his friends to be unfurnisht with his own manuscripts as I have heard him say often he was not so happy as to have any considerable collection of his own papers they being dispersed amongst his friends some whereof when he writ for them he had no other answer but that they were lost or through the often reading transcribing or folding of them worn to pieces so that though he knew where he formerly bestowed some of them yet they were not to be regained for which reason the Poems he had left in his hands being so few of so inconsiderable a Volume he could not though he was often sollicited with honour to himself give his consent to the publishing of them though indeed most of his former printed Poems were truly his own except such as have been lately added to make up the Volume at the first some few of his Verses were printed with the Character of the London Diurnal a stitcht pamphlet in quarto Afterwards as I have heard M. Cleaveland say the copies of verses that he communicated to his friends the Book-seller by chance meeting with them being added to his book they sold him another Impression in like manner such small additions though but a paper or two of his incomparable Verses or Prose posted off other Editions I acknowledge some few of these papers I received from one of M. Cleavelands neere Acquaintance which when I sent to his ever to be honoured friend of Grayes Inne he had not at that time the leasure to peruse them but for what he had read of them he told the person I intrusted That he did beleeve them to be Mr. Cleavelands he having formerly spoken of such papers of his that were abroad in the hands of his friends whom he could not remember my intention was to reserve the collection of these manuscripts for my own private use but finding many of these I had in my hands already publisht in the former Poems not knowing what further proceedings might attend the forwardnesse of the Presse I thought my self concerned not out of any worldly ends of profit but out of a true affection to my deceased friend to publish these his never before extant pieces in Latine and English and to make this to be somewhat like a volume for the study Some other Poems are intermixed such as the Reader shall find to be of such persons as were for the most part Mr. Cleavelands Contemporaries some of them no lesse eminently known to the three Nations I hope the world cannot be so far mistaken in his Genuine Muse as not to discern his pieces from any of the other Poems neither can I beleeve there are any persons so unkinde as not candidly to entertain the heroick fancies of the other Gentlemen that are worthily placed to live in this volume some of their Poems contrary to my expectation I being at such a distance I have since heard were before in print but as they are excellently good and so few the Reader I hope will the more freely accept them Thus having ingenuously satisfied thee in these particulars I shall not need to insert more but that I have to prevent surreptitious Editions publisht this Collection that by erecting this Pyramide of Honour I might obliege posterity to perpetuate their memories which is the highest ambition of him who is Yours in all vertuous endevors E. Williamson Newark Novemb. 21. 1658. Verses that came too late intended for Mr. J. Cleaveland pictured with his Laurell GReat storm of Wit whose fierce sharp wounding rods Did awe the Pow'rs and discipline the Gods Whose singeing lightning fals on all he meets Granado's Satyrs Balls of wilde fire greets The Kirk the zeal o' th' Scottish Nation He flung at all as vengeance were his own Monster of reason and deep sense what praise Can reach thy Muse Cleaveland commands his Bayes Vpon the KINGS return from SCOTLAND REturn'd I 'l ne'r believ 't first prove him hence Kings Travel by their beams and influence Who sayes the soul gives out her ghests or go's A flitting progresse 'twixt the head and toes She rules by omnipresence and shall we ●eny a Prince the same ubiquity ●r grant he went cause their knot was slack Girt both the Nations with his Zodiack ●et as the Tree at once both upward shoots ●nd just as much grows downward to the roots ●o at the same time that he posted thither ●y Counterstages he rebounded hither ●ither and hence at once thus every Sphear ●oth by a double motion enter-fere ●nd when his Native form inclines him East ●y the