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.

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For weighty Numbers, sense, misterious wayes
Of happie Wit, Great Cleauland claimes his Baies.

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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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, [Page] 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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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 [Page] obliege posterity to perpetu­ate their memories, which is the highest ambition of him, who is,

Yours in all vertuous endevors, E. Williamson.

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 retur …

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 first mover he is ravisht West.
[...]ave you not seen how the devided Damme
[...]uns to the Summons of her hungry Lamb,
[Page 2] But when the twin cries Halves, she quits the first,
Natures Commendum must be likewise nurst.
So were his journeys, like the Spiders spun
Out of his bowels of compassion.
Tow Realms, like Cacus, so his steps transpose,
His feet still contradict him as he goes.
Englands return'd, that was a barren soil;
The bullet flying makes the gun recoil.
Death's but a separation, though indors'd
With spade and javelin, we were thus divorc'd;
Our soul hath taken wing, while we express
The corps returning to our principles.
But the Crab-tropick must not now prevail,
Islands go back, but when you're under [...]ail;
So his retreat hath rectifi'd the wrong:
Backward is forward in the Hebrew Tongue.
Now the Church Militant in plenty rests,
Nor [...]ea [...]s, like th' Amazon, to lose her brests:
Her means are safe, not squeez'd until the blood
Mix with the milk, and choke the tender brood.
She that hath been the floting Ark, is that
She, that's now sea [...]ed on mount Ararat.
Quits Charles, our souls did guard him northward thus,
Now he the Counterpane comes South to us.

Vpon a talkative woman.

PEace Beldam Vgly, thou'lt not finde
M'ears bottles for enchanted winde;
[Page 3] That breath of thine can onely raise
New storms, and dis-compose the Seas.
It may (assisted by thy clatter)
A Pigmaean army scatter;
Or move, without the smallest strain,
Lotetto's Chappel once again,
And blow S. Goodrick while he prayes,
And knows not what it is he sayes,
And help false Latine with a hem,
From Finkley to Jerusalem,
Or in th' Pacifique Sea supply
The winde that Nature doth deny.
What, dost thou think I can retain
All this, and spout it out again?
As a surcharged whale doth spew
Old rivers, to receive in new:
Thou art deceiv'd, even Aeol's cave,
That can all other blasts receive,
Would be too small to let in thine:
How then these narrow ears of mine?
Defect of organs may with me passe,
By chance to pillorize an asse:
Yet should I shake his ears, they 'd be
Not long enough to heark to thee.
Yet if thou hast a mind to hear.
How high thy voices merits are;
Go serve the States, thou' [...]t usefull come,
And have the pay of every Drum,
Or trudge to Utrecht, there out-run
Dam [...] Skurmans score of tongues with one.
[Page 4] But pray be still, for I do swear,
No torment's like that of the ear,
O let me when I chance to die
In Vulcans Anvil buried lie;
Rather then hear thy tongue once knell,
That Tom a Lincolne and Bow-bell.

Rebellis Scotus.

CVrae Deo sumus, ista si Cedant Scoto?
Variata splen [...]is domina Psyche est suis.
Aut Stellionat [...]s rea, [...],
Campanulae omnes, totus Vcalegon fuo,
Coriaceae cui Mill [...]es Mille Hydriae,
Suburbicanis pensiles paraeciis
Non sint Refrigerio, Poetic [...]s furor,
Comet â non minùs, vel ore flammeo
Commune despuente fatum stellulâ,
Dirum ominatur, Ecquis, è, Stoa, suam
Iam temperet bilem? patria quando lue
Tam Pymmianâ, [...]d est pediculosà, perit?
Bomba machid [...]sque sit bolus mermeciis?
Scotos nec Ausim-nominare, carminum
Nisi inter Amuleta, nec Meditarier
Nisi cerebello quod Capilitio rubens
(Quale Autumo coluberrimum furiis caput)
Quot inter verba, tot vene [...]a prompserit.
Rhadaman [...]heum, fac, gu [...]tur [...]sset nunc mihi,
Sulph [...]rque, patibulumque copiosus
[Page 5] Ructans, Magus quàm Coenias bombycinas;
Poteram ut Agyrta circulator, pillulas
Vomicas loqui, aut [...] styga:
Aut ut Genevae stentores, perilleis
Tartara, & equuleos boare pulpitis:
At Machinanti par forem nunquam Scoto
Cunctis sclopetis hisce guttural bus.
Ut digna dii dicant, vocem par est prius,
(Praestigiator ut) sicas, & Acinaces.
Huc, huc, Iambe gressibus faxo tuis;
At huc, Iambe, morsibus faxo Magis,
Satyraeque tortrices, tot huc adducite
Flagella, quot praesens meretur seculum
Scoti veneficis pares, audax stylum
Horum cruore tinge, sic nocent minus.
Vt Martyres olim induebant belluis
(Quasi sisterent reges sacros hypocritas)
En bos eodem schemate (at retro) Scotos,
Extra Scotos, intus feras, & sine tropo.
Fallax Ierna viperae nihil foves
Scoto colono? non ego Britanniam.
Lupis carentem dixerim, vivo Scoto.
Quin thamesinus pyrgopolinices Scotus
Poterat Leones, Tigrides, Ursos, Canes
Proprii Inquilinos pectoris spectaculo
Monstrâsse; pro obolis omnibus quibus solet
Spectare monstra Cratis, & fort simul
Poene ocreatum vulgus, & patria fera
Scotos Eremus judicat terrae plaga
Vel omnipr asentem negans Deum, nisi
[Page 6] Venisset inde Carolus, cohors nisi
Crafordiana, miles & Montrosseus,
Feritatis [...]luens notam paganicae
Hanc praestitisset semivictimam Deo;
Nec Scoticus est, totus Leopardus, Leo,
Habent & Aram sicut Arcam foederis;
Velut tabellae bifidis pictae plicis;
Fert Angelos pars haec, & haec cacodemonas:
Cui somnianti Tartarum suasit pavor
Sic poenitere, viderat regnum velim
Nigrius Scotorum semel, & esset innocens.
Regio, Malignâ quae facit votum prece,
Relegetur ad Gyares breves nunquam incola:
Sed ut ille trechedipuum, magis Domicoenio,
Vt gens vagans recutita, vel contagium,
Aut Beelzebub, [...]i des ubiquitafium.
Hinc erro sit semper Scotus, certos Locos,
Et hos & illos quos libet citò nauseans,
Vt frusta divisi orbis, & Typographiae
Mendicitatis offulas, curtas nimis.
Ipse Vniversitatis haeres Integrae,
Et totus in toto, Natio Epidemica,
Nec Gliscit ergò Iargonare Gallicè,
Exoticis aut indicis modis, neque
Iberio nutu negare, nec studet
Callere quem de Belgicis Hoghen Moghen
Venter tumens, aut barba canthari refert.
(Quae Coriatis una mens nostratibus)
Pugna est in Animo, atque Animus in patinâ scoto,
Huic struthioni suggeret cibum Chalybs,
[Page 7] Et Denti-ductor appetitus, baltheo,
Pro more pendulos molares, inserit.
At interim nostras quid Involant dapes?
Serpens Edenum non Edenburgum Appetit.
Aut Angliae cui jam malum est Hemorhois,
Haemetopotas hos posteris meatibus
Natura medica supposuit hirundines
Cruore satiandos licèt nostro priús,
Nostro sed & Cruore Moribundos quoque.
Nec computo credant priori, nos item
Novum Addituros, servitutem pristinae
Aliam, gemellam nuperae, fraterculos
Palpare quando coeperant Charos nimis
(Suffragiorum scilicet poppysmata)
Et Crustulum Impertire velut offam Cerbero
Subblandiens decreverat senatulus.
Nos [...]raloculis? Arma Visceribus priùs
Indemus usque & usque vel capulo tenus.
Seri videmus quo scotum tractes Modo
Princeps rebelli mitior tergo quasi
Sellas Equino detrahens apt at suo.
At Ius rapinas hasce defendit vetus?
Egyptus Istaperdit, aufert Israel
An bibliorum. Nescis hos satellites?
Praetorianis queis cohortibus, (nova
Hierusalem triarii [...]) spes nititur
Sororcularum? Cardo, cardo vertitur
Cupediarum, primativae legis, &c.
O bone Deus! quanti est Carere Linteis!
Orexis ut borealis, & fames movet!
[Page 8] Victuque vestibusque cassi, hinc Knoxio
Sutore simul, & Knoxio utuntur coquo
Pie quod algeant, quod esuriant pie.
Larvas quin usque detrahas, & Nummuli [...]
Titulisque (ut animabus) subest fallacia.
Librae & Barones (detumescant interim
Vocabulorum tympani) quanti valent
Hic Cantianum poene, poene villicum
Solidosque totos illa, sed gratis, duos.
Apage superbae fraudulentiae, simul
Prosapia Pictos, fide & Pictos procul:
Opprobrium poetico vel stigmati
Etiam Cruci Crux, non al [...]ter hyperbolus
Hyperscelestus ostracismo sit pudor.
Americanus, ille qui Coelum horruit
Quod H [...]spanorum repat eo sed pars quota!
Viderat ni Orco si Scotos, (hu [...] tot Scotos!)
Roterodamus pepender at Medioximus.
Sat Musa! semissa fercularia
Medullitùs vorans, Diabolis invides
Propriam sibi suam Scots paropsidem.
Ut berniclis en [...]m Scoti, sic Lucifer
Saturatur ipsis Berniclatoribus.
Nam lapsus à furcâ Scotus, mox & styge
Tinctus, suum novat [...]r in Plant-Anserem.

On an ugly woman.

AS Scriveners sometimes take delight to see
Their basest writing, Nature has in thee
Essay'd how much she can transgresse at once
Appelles draughts, Durers proportions;
And for to make a jest, and try a wit,
Has not (a woman) in thy forehead writ;
But scribl'd so, and gone so far about,
Indagine would never smell thee out;
But might exclaim, here onely riddles be,
And Heteroclites in phisiognomie:
But as the mystick Hebrew backward lies,
And Algebra's, ghest by absurdities,
So must we spell thee, for who would suppose
That globous piece of Wanescot were a nose,
That crockt & caetera's were wrinkles, and
Five Napers bones glew'd to a wrist, and hand;
Egyptian Antiquaries might survay
Here Hieroglyphicks, time hath worn away,
And wonder at an English face, more odd
And antique, than was e're a Memphian god,
Eras'd with more strange letters than might scare
A raw an unexperienc'd Conjurer:
And tawny Africk blush, to see her [...]rie
Of monsters in one skin so kennel'd lie.
Thou mayst without a guard her desarts passe,
When Savages but look upon thy face.
[Page 10] Were but some Pict now living he would soon
Deem thee a fragment of his Nation;
And wiser Ethiopians infer
From thee, that fable's not the onely fair;
Thou privative of beauty, whose one eye
Doth question Metaphysicks verity;
Whose many crosse Aspects may prove anon
Foulnesse, more then a meer Negation.
Blast one place still, and never dare t'escape
Abroad out of thy mother Darkness lap,
Lest that thou make the world afraid, and be
Even hated by thy nurse, Deformitie.

To the King recovered from a fit of sicknesse.

Most Gracious Sir,
NOw that you are recover'd, and are seen,
Neither to fright the Ladies, nor the Queen;
That you to Chappell come, and take the air,
Makes that a verse, which was before my prayer:
For, Sir, as we had lost you, or your fate,
Not sickness, had been told us, all of late.
So truly mourn'd, that we did onely lack
One to begin, and put us all in black.
The Court, as quite dissolv'd, did sadly tell,
White-Hall was only where the King is well.
No [...] griev'd the people less, the Commons eyes,
Free as their loyal hearts, wept Subsidies.
[Page 11] And in this publike woe some went so far,
To thinke the danger did deserve a star.
Which though 't were short, as but to show,
You would, like one of us, a sickness know,
And that you could be mortall, and to prove,
By triall of their grief, your Subjects love,
Would keep your bed, or chamber, yet our fear
Made that short time we saw you not, a year;
So did we reason mindless, and to gain
Your quick recov'ry, striv'd to share your pain.
Nay, such an interest had we in your health,
That in you sick'ned Church & Commonwealth.
Alas, to misse you was enough to bring
An Anarchy, but that your life was King
More than your Scepter, & though you refrain'd
To come among us, yet your actions reign'd;
They were our pattern still, and we from thence,
Did in your absence chuse our rule and Prince.
And liv'd by your example, which will stay,
And govern here, when you are turn'd to clay.
For what is he, that ever heard or saw
Your conversation, and not thought it Law?
Such a clear temper, of so wise and sweet
A Majesty, where power and goodness meet
In just proportions; such religious care
To practise what you bid; as if to wear
The Crown, or Robe, were not enough to free
The Prince from that which subjects ought to be.
Lastly (for all your graces to rehearse,
Is fitter for a story, than my verse:)
[Page 12] Such a high reverence do your vertues win,
They teach without, and govern us within,
And so enlarge your Kingdoms, when they see
Our minds more than our bodies, bend the knee.
And though before you we stand onely bare,
These make your Presence to be every where.

On a little Gentlewoman pro­foundly learned.

MAkes Nature maps? since that in thee
Sh' has drawn an Universitie,
Or strives she in so small a peice,
To sum the Arts and Sciences?
Once she writ onely Text-hand, when
She scribled gyants, and no men:
But now in her decrepit years,
She dashes dwarfs in characters,
And makes one single farthing bear
The Creed, Commandments, and Lords prayer:
Would she turn Art, and imitate
Monte-regio's flying gnat?
Would she the Golden Legend shut
Within the Cloyster of a nut?
Or else a musket-bullet rear
Into a vast and mighty sphear?
Or pen an Eagle in the caule
Of a slender Nightingale?
[Page 13]Or shew the Pigmies can create,
Not too little, but too great.
How comes it that she thus converts
So small a Totum, and great parts?
Strives she now to turn awry
The quick scent of Philosophy?
How so little matter can
So monstrous big a form contain?
What shall we call (it would be known)
This giant and this dwarf in one?
His age is blaz'd by silver hairs,
His limbs still cry out want of years.
So small a body, in a cage,
May chuse a spacious Hermitage▪
So great a soul doth fret and fume
At th' narrow world for want of room.
Strange conjunction, here is grown
A Mole-hill and the Alps in one.
In th' self same action we may call
Nature both thrift and prodigall.

Vpon the birth of the Duke of York.

MAke big the bon-fires, for in this one Son,
The Queen's deliver'd of a Nation,
She hath brought forth a People, now we may
Confesse our doubted life, and boldly say,
[Page 14]This Prince compleats our joy, because he can
Already make the Prince of Wales a man,
And so confute the nurse, when he shall see
Himself in him past his minoritie.
Good morrow, Babe, welcome into that air,
Which thou confirmest ours, which now we dare
Bequeath to our late nephews, that shal see
It alwayes English in the Prince and thee,
And never know the doubtfull Scepter stand
In expectation of a chosen hand;
Nor danger of an armed, that may bar
The Crown from falling perpendicular,
And so crosse nature. For I must confesse,
I wish the Prince such lasting happinesse,
And do commend to Providence thi [...] work,
That the State may not need a Duke of York.
And think a given, and protected Heir,
Enough to silence any modest prayer:
Yet since the wiser Heavens do conceive
A way to blesse posterity, to leave
So much of Charles to them, as they shall see
Drawn to the life in so much imag'rie,
And durst not trust a Chronicle, but wou'd
Derive his vertues onely in his bloud;
And thinking them too vast for one, did try
To coin a partner to his legacy:
May Heaven proceed to keep him, may he shine
To mock the poornesse of the Indian Mine,
And scorn the Fleet, having a treasure fa [...]
Above the winds reach, or the Holland [...]
[Page 15]So may he puzzle States-men, and put down
All reck'nings of revenews to the Crown,
And alter the Kings rents, for his two sons
Must go for twenty thousand millions;
And so make Charles the jealous world ally,
Thus grown too potent for an enemy,
All those must study leagues now, that had rather
Seem rich in any title than of Father.
But may he still be dreadfull so and be
To these abroad fear'd as a Deitie,
At home lov'd as a Father, whilst he thus
To them is Terrour, and a Shield to us.

On Parsons the great Porter.

SIr, or great Grandsire, whose vast bulk may be
A burying place for all your pedigre:
Thou moving Coloss, for whose goodly face,
The Rhine can hardly make a looking-glass;
What piles of victuals hadst thou need to chew,
Ten Woods, or Marrets throats, were not enow;
Dwarf was he, whose wives bracelets fit his thumb,
It would not on thy little finger come.
If Iove in getting Hercules spent three
Nights, he might be fifteen in getting thee.
What name or title suits thy Greatness, thou,
Aldiboronifuscorphornio?
When Giants warr'd with Iove, hadst thou been one,
Where other oaks, thou wouldst have moun­tains thrown;
[Page 16]Wert thou but sick, what help could ere be wrought,
Unless Physicians posted down thy throat?
Wert thou to die, and Xerxes living, he
Would not pare Athos for to cover thee;
Wert thou t'imbalm, the Surgeons needs must scale
Thy body, as when Laborers dig a whale.
Great Sir, a people kneaded up in one,
Wee'll weigh thee by ship-burthens, not by th' stone;
What tempests mightst thou raise, what whirl­winds, when
Thou breaths, thou great Leviathan of men:
Bend but thine eye, a Countrey-man would swear
A regiment of Spaniards quarter'd there;
Smooth but thy brow, they'l say, there were a Plain,
T' act York and Lancaster o're once again!
That pocket-pistoll of the Queens might be
Thy pocket-pistoll, sans Hyperbole,
Abstain from Garrisons, since thou mayst eat
The Turks, or Moguls titles at a bit:
Plant some new land, which ne're wil empty be,
If she enjoy her Savages in thee:
Get from amongst us, since we onely can
Appear like sculs marc'ht o're by Tamberlane.

To the Queen upon the birth of one of her Children.

THat children are like Olive branches, we
Took for a figure, now't was prophesie,
Your birth's, great Queen have made a new ac­count,
Who bring not forth some Olives, but the Mount;
And we, who wish't your Table half way round
Beset with them, do now behold it crown'd.
Were there no other Court, or Nobles, yet
The King, we see, can his own Court beget:
Nay in the first worlds age he that could do
Like him, was father of his Countrey too.
When in that dearth of subjects, Kings were fain
First to beget their Kingdoms and then raign.
When their own off-spring were their people; and
One family both fill'd and made the land.
But I speak treason to say Princes bloud
Can e're run into people, 't is a floud
Ev'n in the fountain: small streams loose their name.
Such births like th' Ocean are still the same.
No number makes them private we may call
Not all one Nation, but Nations all.
For as I've seen the Ark drawn like the womb
Of the four Empires, and the world to come
[Page 18]Out of whose mid'st hath sprung a mystick Tree
VVith every branch a Genealogie,
Not of some house, but of the world this bough
For Europe, that for Africk we allow:
And all the other smaller twigs there seen
Have stood for Iles, or Countreys; so, great Queen,
From you as from the Ark, nothing can be
Born lesse then Kingdoms, or a Monarchy.
Your pains are all imperial, and your throws
Can bring forth nought that is not great; yet those
For daughters still have thus more publick been,
That you by them to Christendom lie in,
Your sons may make us safe, but we the while
Must be a World divided, still an Ile,
We shall be now o'th' continent; this Sex
Will mak't all one to conquer, or annex,
To be ally'd, will bring, what some in vain
Hope for by th' sword, an universal raign;
Which yet we may dispair of, since we see
Europe to match yours, will want progeny.

To Cloris a Rapture.

COme Iulia, come! let's once disbody, what,
Strait matter ties to this, and not to that,
Wee'l disingage, our bloudles [...]e form shall fly
Beyond [...]he reach of earth, where ne're an eye
That peeps through spectacles of flesh, shall know
Where we intend, or what we mean to do;
[Page 19]From all contagion of flesh remov'd
Wee'l sit in judgement, on those paires that lov'd
In old and latter times, then will we tear
Their Chaplets that did act by slavish fear,
VVho cherish't causelesse griefs, and did deny
Cupids prerogative by doubt, or tie,
But they that mov'd by confidence, and clos'd
In one refining flame, and never los'd
Their thoughts on earth, but bravely did aspire
Unto their proper▪ Element of fire,
To these wee'l judge that happinesse to be
The witnesses of our felicity.
Thus vvee'l like Angels move, nor vvill vve binde
In words the Copious language of our minde,
Such as we know not to conceive, much lesse,
VVithout destroying in their birth, expresse:
Thus will we live, and ('t may be) cast an eye
How far Elisium doth beneath us lie,
VVhat need we care, though milky Currents run
Amongst the silken Meadows, though the Sun
Doth still preserve by's ever waking ray
A never discontinued spring, or day.
That Sun, though all his heat be to it brought,
Cannot exhale the vapour of a thought.
No, no, my Goddesse, yet will thou and I
Devested of all flesh so folded lie,
That ne'r a body'd nothing shall perceive
How we unite, how we together cleave;
[Page 20]Nor think this while our feathered minutes may
Fall under measure, time it self can stay
T'attend our pleasures, for what else would be
But tedious durance in eternity.

An Elegie upon Ben. Johnson.

AS when the Vestal hearth went out, no fire
Lesse holy then that flame that did expire
Could kindle it again: so at thy fall
Our wits, great Ben, are too Apocryphall
To celebrate thy losse, since 'tis too much
To write thy Epitaph, and not be such.
What thou wert, like th'hard oracles of old,
Without an extasie cannot be told.
We must be ravisht first, thou must infuse
Thy self into us both the Theam and Muse:
Else, (though we all conspir'd to make thy herse
Our works) so that 't had been but one great Verse,
Though the Priest had translated for that time
The Liturgy, and buried thee in Rhime,
So that in Meeter we had heard it said
Poetick dust is to Poetick laid:
And though that dust being Shake-spears thou might'st have
Not his room, but the Poet for thy grave,
[Page 21]So that as thou didst Prince of numbers die
And live, so thou mightest in numbers lie,
'Twere frail solemnity; Verses on thee
And not like thine, would but kind Libels be.
And we (not speaking thy whole worth) should raise
Worse blot [...] then they that envied thy praise.
Indeed thou need'st us not, since above all
Invention, thou wert thine own funeral.
Hereafter, when time hath fed on thy Tombe,
Th' inscription worn out, and the Marble dumb
So that 'twould pose a Critick to restore
Half words, and words expir'd so long before;
When thy maym'd statue hath a sentenc'd face
And looks that are the horror of the place;
That 't will be learnings and Antiquity,
And ask a Selden to say, this was thee
Thou' [...]t have a whole name still, nor need'st thou fear
That will be ruin'd, or loose nose, or hair.
Let others write so thin, that they can't be then,
Authors till rotten, no posterity
Can add to thy works; th' had their full growth,
When first born, and came aged from thy pen,
Whil'st living thou enjoy'dst the fame & sence
Of all that time gives but the reverence:
When th'art of Homers years, no man will say
Thy Poems are lesse worthy, but more gray.
Tis bastard poetry and oth' false bloud
Which cann't without succession be good,
[Page 22]Things that will alwayes last do thus agree
VVith things eternal; th' at once perfect be.
Scorn then their censures, who gave out, thy wit
As long upon a Comoedie dit sit
As Elephants bring forth; and that by blots
And mendings, took more time then fortune plots,
That such thy drought was, & so great thy thirst
That all thy plays were drawn at th' Mearmaid first,
That the Kings yearly but wore, and his vvine
Hath more right then thou to thy Catiline,
Let such men keep a diet, let their wit
Be rackt, and while they write, suffer a fit;
VVhen th' have felt tortures without pain the Gout,
Such, as with less, the state draws treason out;
Though they should the length of Consumptionslie
Sick of their Verse, and of their Poem die,
'Twould not be thy worst scene, but would at last
Confirm their boastings, and shew made in hast,
He that writes well writes quick, since the rule's true,
Nothing is slowly done that's alwayes new;
So when thy Fox had ten times acted been,
Each day was first, but that 't was cheaper seen,
And so thy Alchymist plaid ore and ore,
Was new o'th stage, when 't was not at the dore;
VVe like the Actors did repeat, the pit
The first time saw, the next conceiv'd thy wit,
[Page 23]VVhich was cast in those forms, such rules, such Arts,
That but to some not half thy acts were parts,
Since of some silken judgements we may say
They fild a box two hours, but saw no play:
So that th' unlearned lost their money, and
Scholars say'd onely, that could understand:
Thy scene was free from monsters, no hard plot
Cal'd down a god t' untyth' unlikely knot.
The stage was still a stage, two entrances
VVere not two parts, oth' vvorld disjoyn'd by th' Seas;
Thine were Land-Tragedies, no Prince was found
To swim a whole scene out, then oth' stage drown'd
Pitcht fields, as Red bull vvars, still felt thy doom.
Thou laid'st no siedges to the Musick room,
Nor wouldst alow to thy best Comedies
Humours that should above the people rise;
Yet was thy language and thy stile so high
Thy sock to th' ancle, busk in reach't to th' thigh;
And both so chast, so 'bove Dramatick clean
That we both safely saw, and liv'd thy scene;
No foul loose line did prostitute thy wit,
Thou wrot'st thy Comoedies, didst not commit,
We did the vice araign'd, not tempting hear,
And were made Judges, not bad part [...] by th' ear,
[Page 24] For thou even sin did'st in such words array,
That some, who came bad parts, went out good play,
Which ended not with th' Epilogue, the age
Still acted, which grew innocent from th' stage.
Tis true thou hadst some sharpnesse, but thy salt
Serv'd but with pleasure to reform the fault,
Men were laugh'd into vertue, and none more
Hated fool acted, then were such before,
So did thy sting not bloud but humours draw,
So much did Satyre more correct then Law,
Which was not nature in thee, as some call
Thy teeth, who say thy wit lay in thy Gall,
That thou did'st quarrel first, and then inspight
Did'st 'gainst a person of such vices write
That 'twas revenge, not truth, that on the stage
Carlo was not presented, but thy rage;
And that when thou in Company wert met
Thy meat took notes, and thy discourse was net,
We know thy free vein had this innocence
To spare the party, and to brand th' offence,
And the just indignation thou wert in
Did not expose shift but his tricks and gin,
Thou might'st have us'd th' old Comick free­dom, these
Might have seen themselves plaid, like Socrates,
Like Cleon Mammon might the Knight have been,
If as Greek Authors, thou had'st turn'd Greek spleen.
[Page 25]And had'st not chosen rather to translate
Their learning into English, not their rate,
Indeed this last if thou had'st been bereft
Of thy humanity, might be call'd theft,
The other was not, whatsoe'r was strange,
Or borrowed in thee did grow thine by th' change,
Who without Lattin helps hadst been as rare
As Beaumont, Fletcher, or as Shak-spear were,
And like them, from thy Native stock could'st say
Poets and Kings are not born every day.

An Epitaph.

STay gentle Reader and shed o're
Those sacred Ashes one tear more.
These sad accents cloath'd in black
Mourn him whom Church and State do lack,
And this weeping Marble stone
Doth invite a parting grone,
Here lies within this stony shade
Natur's darling whom she made
Her fairest model, her brief story
In him heaping all her glory.
Here lies one whom times of old
Amongst their wonders had in [...]ol'd,
Whose set beams might well aspire,
Kindled by Poetick fire,
Unto a starry light, and there
For a Grave adorne a sphear;
[Page 26]One so valiantly strong,
He fear'd to do any wrong,
Learnings glory, who alone
Was fit to write on his own stone;
Here tongues lie speechlesse, to be dumb
Is our best Epicedium.

Vpon Wood of Kent.

SIr, much good do't ye, were your table but
Pie-crust or cheese, you might your stomack shut,
After your slice of beef, what dare you trie
Your force on an ell-square of pudding-pie?
Perhaps't may be a taste, three such as you
Unbreakfasted, might serve Seraglio.
When Hanibal scal'd th' Alps, hadst thou been there,
Thy beef had drunk up all his vineger:
Well mightst thou be of Guard to Henry th' Eighth,
Since thou canst like a pigeon eat thy weight:
Full wise was Nature, that would not bestow
These tusks of thine into a double row;
What womb could e're contain thee, thou canst shut
A pond or Aviary in a gut.
Had not thy mother born thee toothlesse, thou
Hadst eaten, viper-like, a passage through;
[Page 27]Had he that wish'd the Cranes long neck to eat,
Put in thy stomack too, 't had been compleat.
Thou Noahs Ark, dead Sea, thou Golgotha,
Monster, beyond all them of Africa!
Beasts prey on beasts, fishes to fishes fall,
Great birds seed on the lesser, thou on all:
Hath there been no mistake, why may't not be,
When Curtius leapt the gulf, 'twas into thee.
Now wee'll beleeve that man of Chica could
Make pills of arrows, and the boy that would
Chew onely stones, nor can we think it vain,
That Doranetho eat up th' neighbouring plain.
Poor Crisicthon, that could onely feast
On one poor Girl, in several dishes drest;
Thou hast devour'd as many sheep, as may
Cloath all the pastures in Arcadia;
Yet, O how temperate, that ne're goes on
So far, as to approach repletion.
Thou breathing Cau [...]dron, whose digestive heat
Might boil the whole provision of the Fleet;
Say grace as long as meals, and if thou please,
Break fast with Islands, and drink healths with Seas.

On Christ-Church windows.

YOu that prophane our windows with a tongue
Set like some clock, on purpose to go wrong;
Who, when you were at Service, sigh'd, because
You heard the Organs musick, not the Dawes,
Pitying our solemn State, shaking your head,
To see no ruines from the floor to th' Lead:
To whose pure nose our Cedar gave offence,
Crying, It smelt of Papists frankincense,
Who walking on our marbles, scoffing said,
Whose bodies are under these tomb-stones laid?
Counting our tapers works of darkness, and
Choosing to see Priests in blew aprons stand,
Rather than in rich coapes, which shew the art
Of Sisera's prey embroider'd in each part:
Then when you saw the Altars Bason, said,
Why's not the Ewer on the Cup-board laid?
Thinking our very Bibles too prophane,
'Cause you ne're bought such covers in Duck-Lane.
Loathing all decencie, as if you'ld have
Altars as foul, and homely as a grave.
Had you one spark of reason, you would finde
Your selves like idols, to have eyes, yet blinde;
'Tis onely some base niggard, Heresie,
To think religion loves deformity.
[Page 29]Glory did never yet make God the lesse,
Neither can beauty defile holinesse.
What's more magnificent than heav'n? yet where
Is there more love and piety than there?
My heart doth wish (were't possible) to see
Pauls built with precious stones and porphyrie;
To have our hals and galleries out-shine
Altars in beauty, is to deck our swine
With Orient pearl, whilst the deserving Quire
Of God and Angels, wallow in the mire.
Our decent coapes onely distinction keep,
That you may know the Shepherd from the sheep,
As gawdy letters in the Rubrick show
How you may holy-days from lay-days know;
Remember Aarons robe; and you will say,
Ladies at Masques are not so rich as they.
Then are th' Priests words like thunder-claps, when he
Is lightning like ray'd round with majestie;
May every Temple shine like those at Nile,
And still be free from Rat or Crocodile:
But you will urge, both Priest and Church should be
The solemn pa [...]tners of humilitie,
Do not some boast of rags? Cynicks deride
The pomp of Kings, but with a greater pride.
Meekness consists not in the cloaths, but heart▪
Nature may be vain-glorious well as Art:
We may as lowly before God appear,
Drest with a glorious pearl, as with a tear.
[Page 30]In his high presence, where the Stars and Sun
Do but eclipse, there's no ambition.
You dare admit gay paint upon a wall,
Why then in glasse that's held Apocryphall?
Our bodies temples are, look in the eye,
The window, and you needs must pictures spy;
Moses and Aaron, and the Kings Arms are
Daub'd in the Church, when you the warden were.
Yet you ne're fin'd for Papist, shall we say▪
Banbury is turn'd Rome, because we may
See th' holy Lamb and Christopher? nay more,
The Altar-stone set at the Tavern doore?
Why can't the Ox then in th' Nativity,
Be imag'd forth, but Papists buls are nigh?
Our pictures to no other end are made,
Than is your time and's bill, your death and's spade,
To us they are but Memento's, which present
Christ best, except his Word and Sacrament.
If 't were a sin to set up imag'ry,
To get a child were flat idolatry.
The models of our buildings would be thus
Directions to our houses, ruines to us,
Hath not each creature which hath daily breath,
Some thing which resembles heaven or earth:
Suppose some ignorant Heathen once did bow
To Images, may not we see them now?
Should we love darkness, and abhor the Sun,
'Cause Persians gave it adoration?
And plant no Orchards, because apples first
[Page 31]Made Adam and his lineal race accurst.
Though wine for Bacchus, bread for Ceres went,
Yet both are used in the Sacrament;
What then if these were Popish reliques; few
Windows are elsewhere old, but these are new,
And so exceed the former, that the face
Of these come short of th' outside of our glass:
Colours are here mixt, so that rainbows be
(Compar'd) but clouds without varietie.
Art here is Natures envie; this is he,
Not Paracelsus, but by Chymistrie
Can make a man from ashes, if not dust,
Producing off-springs of his minde, not lust.
See how he makes his Maker, and doth draw
All that is meant i'th'the Gospel, or i'th' Law.
Looking upon the Resurrection,
Me thoughts I saw the blessed Vision,
Where not his face is meerely drawne, but mind,
Which not with paint, but oyl of gladnesse shin'd:
But when I view'd the next pane, where we have
The God of life transported to his grave,
Light then is dark, all things so dull and dead;
As if that part of th' window had been lead.
Ionas his whale did so mens eyes befool,
That they have beg'd him th' Anatomy school.
That he saw ships at Oxford one did swear,
Though Isis yet will barges hardly bear:
[Page 32]Another soon, as he the trees espi'd,
Thought them i'th' garden on the other side.
See in what state (though on an asse) Christ went,
This shews more glorious than the Parli'ment.
Then in what awe Moses his rod doth keep
The Seas, as if the frost had glaz'd the Deep;
The raging waves are to themselves a bound,
Some cry, Help, help, or horse and man are drown'd.
Shadows do every where for substance pass,
You'd think the sands were in an hour-glass,
You that do live with Surgeons, have you seen
A spring of blood forc'd from a swelling vein:
So from a touch of Moses rod, doth jump
A Cataract, the rock is made a pump:
At sight of whose o're-flowings, many get
Themselves away, for fear of being wet.
Here you behold a sprightfull Lady stand,
To have her frame drawn by a Painters hand;
Such lively look and presence, such a dress
King Pharaohs daughters image doth express,
Look well upon her gown, and you will swear
The needle, not the pencill hath been there.
At sight of her, some gallants do dispute,
Whether i'th' Church 'tis lawfull to salute?
Next Iacob kneeling, where his Kid-skin's such,
As it may well cozen old Isaacs touch.
A Shepherd see'ng how thorns went round a­bout,
Abrahams ram, would needs have helpt it out;
[Page 33]Behold, the Dove descending to inspire
Th' Apostles heads with cloven tongues of fire,
And in a superficies there you'l see
The grosse dimensions of profundity:
'Tis hard to judge which is best built & higher,
The Arch-roof in the window, or the quier.
All beasts as in the Ark are lively done;
Nay, you may see the shadow of the Sun:
Upon a Landskip if you look a while,
You'l think the prospect at least 40 mile;
Ther's none needs now go travel we may see
At home Ierusalem and Ninivy.
And Sodom now in flames: one glance will dart
Farther then Lynce with Galilaeus art,
Seeing Eliahs Chariot, we fear
There is some fiery prod'gy in the aire,
VVhen Christ to purge his Temple holds his whip,
How nimbly hucksters with their baskets skip.
St. Peters fishes are so lively wrought,
Some cheapen them, and ask when they were cought.
Here's motions painted too: Chariots so fast
Run that they're never gone though alwayes past,
The Angels with their Lutes are done so true,
VVe do not onely look, but harken too,
As if their sounds were painted: thus the wit
Of th' pencil hath drawn more then there can sit.
[Page 34]Thus as (in Archimedes sphear) you may
In a small glass the Universe survey;
Such various shapes are too ith' imag'ry
as age and sex may their own features see,
But if the window cannot shew your face,
Look under feet, the Marble is your glass;
VVhich too, for more then ornament, is there,
The stones may learne your eyes to shed a tear,
They never work upon the conscience;
They cannot make us kneel, we are not such
As thinke there's Balsome in the Kisse, or Touch,
That were grosse superstition we know;
There's no more pow'r in them then the Popes Toe.
The Saints themselves for us can do no good,
Much lesse their pictures drawn in glasse, or wood,
They cannot seal, but since they signifie,
They may be worthy of a cast oth' eye,
Although no worship: that is due alone,
Not to the Carpenters, but Gods own son:
Obedience to blocks deserves the Rod,
The Lord may well be then a jealous God.
Why should not statues now be due to Paul,
As to the C [...]sars of the Cappitoll;
How many images of great Heirs, which
Had nothing but the din of being rich,
[Page 35]Shine in our Temples? kneeling always there
Where, when they were alive, they'd scarce appear?
Yet shall Christs Sepulcher have ne're a Tomb?
Shall every Saint have a Iohn Baptists Doom?
No Limb of Marie stand? must we forget
Christs Crosse, as soon as past the Alpha­bet?
Shall not their heads have room in th' win­dow, who
Founded our Church, and our Religion too?
We know that God's a spirit, we confesse,
VVe cannot comprehend his name, much lesse
Can a small glasse his nature: but since he
Vouchsafed to suffer his humanity;
Why may not we (onely to put's in minde
Of 's God-head) have his manhood thus en­shrin'd.
Is our Kings person lesse esteem'd, because
We read him in our Coins as well as Laws?
Do what we can, whether we think, or paint,
All Gods expressions are but weak and faint,
Yet spots in Globes must not be blotted thence,
That cannot shew the World's magnificence.
Nor is it fit we should the skill controu [...]
Because the Artist cannot draw the Soul.
[Page 36]Cease then your railings and your dull com­plaints,
To pull down Galleries and set up Saints
Is no impiety: now we may well
Say that our Church is truely visible:
Those that before our glasse scaffolds prefer
VVould turn our Temple to a Theater.
VVindows are Pulpits now; though unlearn'd, one
May read this Bibles new Edition.
Instead of here and there, a verse adorn'd
Round with a Lace of paint, fit to be scorn'd.
Even by vulgar eyes, each pane presents
VVhole Chapters with both Comment and Contents,
The cloudy mysteries of the Gospel here
Transparent as the Crystal do appear,
'Tis not to see things darkly through a glasse
Here you may see our Saviour face to face;
And whereas feasts come seldom, here's discri'd
A constant Christmas, Easter, VVhitsuntide,
Let the deaf hither come, no matter though
Faiths sence be lost, we a new way can show,
Here we can teach them to believe by th' eye
These silenc'd Ministers do edifie:
The Scriptures ray's contracted in a glasse
Like Emblems do with greater virtue passe,
Look in the book of Martyres and you'l see
More by the pictures than the History:
That price for things in colours oft we give,
Which wee'd not take to have them while they live,
[Page 37]Such is the power of painting that it makes
A loving sympathy 'twixt men and snakes,
Hence then Paul's Doctrine may seem more Di­vine,
As Amber through a glasse doth clearer shine:
Words passe away, as soon as headache gone,
We read in books what here we dwell upon,
Thus then there's no more fault in imag'ry
Then there's in the practice of piety;
Both edifie: what is in Letters there
Is writ in plainer Hieroglyphicks here;
'Tis not a new Religion we have chose,
'Tis the same body but in better cloaths;
You'l say they make us gaze when we should pray;
And that our thoughts do on the figures stray,
If so, you may conclude us beasts; what they
Have for their object is to us the way.
Did any ere use prospective to see
No further then the glasse; or can there be
Such lazie Travellers so giv'n to sin,
As that they'l take their dwelling at the Inne?
A Christians sight rests in Divinity,
Signs are but spectacles to help faiths eye,
God is the Center; dwelling on these words,
My Muse a Sabbath to my brain affords;
If their nice wits more solemne proof exact,
Know, this was meant a Poem not a Tract.

An intertainment at Cotswold.

TRudge hence ye tender flocks, some gloomy grove
Must be this days refreshment, now remove
Your selves ye must; your walk's must be resign'd
Unto a matchlesse troup of female kind,
Whose beauty, should the flat-nos'd Satyrs spy,
They would not live, but languish, and so die.
Troys lofty Towers, wch once o're-topt the clouds
And menac'd heaven, Hellens beauty shrowd's
In cinders; for his tender Heroes sake.
Leander cuts the H [...]lles-pontick Lake,
Yet those to these, were tawny, rivel'd, dun,
Such as a glim'ring Taper to the Sun.
This Turret swells (me thinks) as proud to be
The 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,
[Page 39]From thence to Leo, for 'tis 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,
[Page 40]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,
[Page 41]Till Dover comes, who Flora Queen of May
Doth re-install into her holy-day.
He sleights the rest, 'tis 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:
[Page 42]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,
[Page 43]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 oth' 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.
[Page 44]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 brave mischief calls
The bloud of Kings to their last funeralls,
Learn from Sejanus his high fall, to prove
To thy dread Sovereigne a sacred love;
Let him suggest a reverend fear to thee,
And may his Tragedy thy Lecture be;
Learn the compendious age of slippery power
That's built on blood, and may one little hour
Teach thy bold rashnesse, that it is not safe,
To build a kingdom on a Caesars grave;
Thy plays were whipt and libell'd, only 'cause
They're good, & savor of our Kingdoms laws,
Histrio-Mastix (lightning like) doth wound
Those things alone that solid are and sound.
[Page 45]Thus guilty men hate justice, so a glass,
Is sometimes broke for shewing a foul face;
There's none that wish thee rods, in stead of bays,
But such whose very hate adds to thy praise;
Let Scriblers (that write post, and versifie
With no more leasure than we cast a die)
Spur on their Pegasus, and proudly cry,
This verse I made i'th' twinkling of an eye;
Thou could'st have done so, hadst thou thought it fit,
But 'twas the wisdom of thy Muse to sit
And weigh each syllable, suffring nought to pass,
But what could be no better than it was;
Those that keep pompous state, ne're go in hast;
Thou went'st before them all, though not so fast;
While their poor cobweb-stuff findes as quick fate,
As birth, and sels like Alm'nacks out of date;
The marbled glory of thy labour'd rhime
Shall live beyond the Calendar of time,
Who will their Meteors 'bove thy Sun advance;
Thine are the works of Judgement, theirs of
Chance.
How this whole Kingdome's in thy debt, we have
From others periwigs and paint [...], to save
Our ruin'd sculs, and faces; but to thee
We owe our tongues, and fancies remedie.
[Page 46]Thy Poems make us Poets, we may lack
(Reading thy book) stoln sentences and Sack.
He that can but one speech of thine rehearse,
Whether he will or no, must make a verse.
Thus trees give fruit, the kernels of that fruit
Do bring forth trees, which in more branches shoot.
Our Canting English (of it self alone)
(I had almost laid a confusion)
Is now all harmony; what we did say
Before was tuning onely, this is play.
Strangers who cannot reach thy sense will throng,
To hear us speak the accents of thy tongue,
As unto birds that sing: if't be so good
When heard alone, what is't when understood!
Thou shalt be read as Classick Authours; and
As Greek and Latine taught in every land.
The cringing Monsieur shall thy language vent,
When he would melt his wench with comple­ment;
Using thy phrases he may have his wish
Of a coy Nun, without an angry pish:
And yet in all thy Poems there is showne
Such chastity, that every lin's a zone.
Rome will confesse, that thou mak'st Caesar talk
In greater state and pomp than he could walk:
Catalines tongue is the true edge of swords,
We now not onely feel, but hear thy words;
[Page 47]Who Tully in thy Idiom understands,
Will swear that his Orations are commands:
But that which could with richer language dresse
The highest sense, cannot thy words expresse.
Had I thy own invention, which affords
Words above action, matter above words,
To crown thy merits, I should onely be
Sumptuously poor, low in Hyperbole.

On Ben. Johnson.

WHo first reform'd our stage with just est Laws,
And was the first best Judge in his own cause
Who (when his actors trembled for applause)
Could (with a noble confidence) prefer
His own, by right, t' a noble Theater;
From principles which he knew could not erre.
Who to his fable did his person fit,
With all the properties of Art and wit,
And above all that could be acted writ.
Who publike follies did to covert drive,
Which he again could cunningly retrive,
Leaving them no ground to rest on and thrive.
Here Iohnson lies, whom had I nam'd before,
In that one word alone I had paid more,
Than can be now, when plenty makes me poore.

To his Mistresse.

COme (dearest Iulia) thou and I
Will knit us in so strict a tie,
As shall with greater power ingage,
Than feeble charms of marriage;
We will be friends, our thoughts shall go,
Without impeachment, to and fro;
The same desires shall elevate
Our mingled souls, the self-same hate
Shall cause aversion, we will bear
One sympathizing hope and fear;
And for to move more close, wee'll frame
Our triumphs and our tears the same:
Yet will we ne're so grossely dare,
As our ignobler selves to share;
Let men desire like those above,
Spirituall forms wee'll onely love;
And teach the ruder world to shame,
When heat encreaseth to a flame:
Love's like a Landskip, which doth stand
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.

In Nuptias Principis Auranchii & D. Mariae filiae Regis Angliae.

FAma Refert nostris terras haesisse batâ [...]nas,
Atque unum quondam gentibus esse solum;
Oceanumque, duas qui nunc interluit or as,
Fluctibus haud semper dissecuisse suis.
Migrat in historiam, fuer atquae fabula, taedis,
Oceanusque tuo jam tandem pulsus amore est;
Et cedunt flammis, pontus & unda tuis;
Dùm populus populi procus est, passusque sagittas
Nubentis simili principis igne calet.
Et tua dùm nostras sociant sponsalia dextras;
Connubii tandem foedera nomen habent.
Non sponsam, Fateor, paribus natalibus aequas,
Nec similes thalamos fers, similesve thoras;
Nec te tam magnis jactas è Regibus ortum,
Nec stirpem decorant Regna ter [...]ampla tuam:
Haud tamen accedis minor; est pro sanguin [...] virtus,
Quodque illi Faelix, dat tibi forte genus.
[...]ar Sceptris Patris Gladius, tibi stemmata bel­lis
Auxit, & antiquis Regibus aequa dedit.
[...]ar tua Regali victrix domus, hinc quoque no­bis
Maj [...]rum factis Imperialis ades.
[Page 50]Et licet in dotem sponsae non porrigis Indos,
Sed plures conjux ferret Iberus opes;
Gallus & in thalamos Rueret magis aureus, & te
Ex arcâ vincat Natio multa suâ:
Tu tamen in dotem patris clara arma ministrans
Ferrato in Gremium ditior Imbre ruis;
Amplior & sors est Indis, adferre triumphos,
Et par possesso victus Iberus adest.
Cujus ad Ereptum, plus est quod nasceris, Aurum,
Quam natum; Gemina est India capta, tua▪
Fersque polo [...]coctum, dives, sub utroque metallum;
Et cadit in fiscum sol, oriturque, tuum;
Dùm toties tibi vectat opes H [...]spania victas;
Cedit & in census annua prada tuos.
Nasceris, & puerum gens spoliata timet.
Aetatique metus nutrit, versatque coaevos;
Atque annis fingit damna futura tuis.
Anticipatque tuos, Infantia l [...]ta, triumphos,
Dùm tenero fortis Spirat in ore Pater.
Qui sua bella, tuo cernit, sed mollia, vultu;
Misceturque tuis Marte Cupido genis▪
Hic gemina oppositis vibrantur vulnera telis,
Currit ad haec conjux, hostis & illa fugit.

Vpon the Marriage of the young Prince of Orange with the Lady Marie.

WE are no longer Iland, speedily
Sement these hands, Priest; these our Isthmus be,
Nor do's the Sea devide us, but' [...] become
Our wedding [...]Ring, Type of our Union.
Yet wedding's a too private stile, for this
Not a plain morral match, but a league is,
A league that shall incorporate these two
Nations, and that third which shall spring from you.
Make haste then and prevent your years, we all
Long till we may the Belgian, Cosin call.
While thus you couple young, you seem to be
Espous'd, not by consent, but sympathy.
And like the Vine and Elme secure from strife,
Imbrace as born, not as made man and wife.
And you may like the Vine too multiply,
That he, who shall summe up your progeny
May be perswaded that you did bring forth
Not twins, but clusters; while their Native worth
Ante-dates breeding, and your issues are
Each babe a sucking Heroe, infant star:
[Page 52]But why do I these needlesse fancies vent?
Your marriage is an Act of Parliament.
The state's your Priest: your people too, who see
You voted thus, thus sign'd, think you to be
Not wedded but enacted, and do since
Acknowledge you are now both Law & Prince.

Another upon the same.

TIs vain to wish them joyes; nor is it meet
Verses should pray, changing to knees their feet.
This were the cry, God help you to a Saint,
Can fulnesse fail, or glorious bodies faint?
Votes are for meaner wed-locks, where there is
Some doubt, or hazard of a lasting blisse;
But now such labour's equally unwise,
As is the Priest's that prays for [...]'s Deities;
Blessings are proper to this Union
As heat to fire, or light is to the Sun,
Not is't a wonder, for the Prince did wooe
Not birth, age, beauty, but religion too:
Here faith and reason Courts, this match doth prove
Wisdom in youth, and policy in love.
Some Bridegrooms (like the days) all Nations try
And cheapen every toy before they buy.
[Page 53]When one is onely worthy, and worth all
Those that were rivals for the golden ball,
He could not look on more, without offence,
Athirst of choice had thwarted providence.
The Theban [...]earth could not devide these flam's
Which burnt through all the Seas, 'twixt Rhene and Thames.
Nor were their hearts link'd by the painters hand,
Or Legates voice, such bonds are ropes of sand;
They their own Councel, happier steps have trod,
Who not salute the image, but the God,
Should he have had a speaker, who (though young)
Carries an ordred babel in his tongue?
Or should her beauty in saint colours lie,
When ther's no Tablet worthy but his eye?
This Sun and Moon may safely joyn their lips,
Who by their nearnesse banish all Eclips.
Their flames and flow'rs (stol'n kisses like) do make
Equal amends, and at once give and take.
Here are such emulous beauties, that some do
Think them united in one body too.
So that our eyes see double; as a face,
Though single in the flesh, is two i'th glasse,
And 't must be so; unlesse that's now confess'd,
Which once was soloecisme, that both are best,
And each is all; which large perfections are
[Page 54]Beyond our hopes and faiths, as well as prayer.
Thus then, here's nothing wanting, yet we may,
Although not for them, to them humbly pray▪
Grant then Illustrious Prince (for we do vow
To know no Nuptial Deity but you)
Grant us our boon, although your abler parts
Make this a truer marriage of the Arts;
Yet throw your Euclid by, and onely look
To th' propositions of your living book,
And you'l conclude truth doth more clearly lie
There then i'th maxims of Philosophy.
Measure o're all her limbs, and you will see
No such proportions in Geometry,
Instead of heavens rude Globes, survey her eyes,
There lurks no Snake, or Scorpion in those skies.
You'l there find richer sphears, & blushing tell
How in those points Angels, like you, do dwell.
Since she to day made you a number, try
Part of one Art alone to multiply.
Think of no Tacticks, but of those which are
Read in the Mar [...]iald orders of her hair.
Though you with victory have Armies led,
'Twas not so great a triumph as to wed,
Such [...]etters will increase your liberty;
Count not these bonds amongst your Armory.
[Page 55]Thus Prisons prove strong Forts, and foes are slain
The second time, now by a captive chain.
And you (most gracious Lady, who alone
Are all the Goddesses we call upon)
Weare not too many Pearls, unlesse it be
Upon a day of sad humility.
When you keep Masks, or celebrate a feast,
If you'd be rich, or glorious, come undrest.
Gems do but hide sparks of a brighter hew,
Those that are Stars to some are Clouds to you;
Think of no Jewel, but the Union,
That which the Priest not Ladies did put on,
And then you'l finde true lustre; eyes are dim,
And weary with the light, but not of him
When you have made his Arms your seat, bee't known
'Tis to debase your self, to sit i'th' Throne.

An Epitaph on Ben. Johnson.

THe Muses fairest light in no dark time,
The wonder of a learned age; the line
Which none can passe; the most proportion'd wit
To nature, the best Judge of what was fit,
The deepest, plainest, highest, clearest pen;
The voyce most Eccho'd by consenting men;
[Page 56]The Soul, which answer'd best to all well said
By others, and which most requital made,
Tun'd to the highest key of ancient Rome,
Returning all her Musick with his own,
In whom with nature study claim'd apart,
Yet who unto himself ow'd all this Art:
Here lies Ben. Iohnson, every age will look
With sorrow here, with wonder on his book.

On one that was deprived of his Testicles.

THou Neuter Gender! whom a Gown
Can make a woman, Breeches none:
Crea [...]ed one thing, made another,
Not a sister, scarce a brother:
Jack of both sides, that may bear,
Or a distaff, or a spear,
If thy fortune thither call,
Be the Grand Signiors General [...]
Or if thou fancie not that t [...]de,
Turn th' Sultana's Chamber-maid;
A Medal where grim Mars turn'd right,
Proves a smiling Aphrodite;
How doth nature quible, either
He, or she, boy, girle, or neither;
Thou may'st serve great Jove instead
Of Hebe both and Ganymed,
[Page 57]A face both stern and mild, cheeks bare
That still do onely promise hair,
Old Cybele the first in all
This humane predicamental scale,
Why would she chuse her Priests to be
Such Individuums as ye?
Such Insecta's, added on
To creatures by substraction,
In whom nature claims no part,
Ye onely being words of Art.

To his Mistresse.

WHat mystery is this? that I should finde
My bloud, in kissing you to stay behinde;
'Twas not for want of colour that requir'd
My bloud for paint: no die could be desir'd
On that fair cheek, where scarlet were a spot,
And where the juyce of Lillies but a blot:
If at the presence of the murtherer,
The [...]und will bleed, & tell the cause is there,
A touch will do much more, even so my heart,
When secretly it felt your killing dart,
Shewed it in bloud, which yet doth more com­plain,
Because it cannot be so toucht again,
This wounded heart, to shew its love most true,
Sent forth a drop, and wrot its minde on you,
Was ever paper half so white as this?
Or Wax so yielding to the printed kisse?
[Page 58]Or seal so strong? no letter e're was writ,
That could the Authors minde so truly fit;
For though my self to forrain countries fly,
My blood desires to keep you company;
Here I could spill it all, thus I can free
My enemy from blood, though slain I be;
But slain I cannot be, nor meet with ill,
Since, but to you, I have no blood to spill.

The Puritan.

WIth face and fashion to be known,
For one of sure election,
With eyes all white, and many a grone,
With neck aside to draw in tone,
With harp in's nose, or he is none.
See a new Teacher of the town,
O the town, O the towns new Teacher.
With pate cut shorter than the brow,
With little rust starch'd you know how,
With cloake like Paul, no cape I trow,
With Surplice none; but lately now,
With hands to thump, no knees to bow.
See a new Teacher, &c.
With coz'ning cough, and hollow cheek,
To get new gatherings every week,
[Page 59]With paltry change of and to eke,
With some small Hebrew, and no Greek,
To finde out words, when stuffe's to seek.
See a new Teacher, &c.
With shop-board breeding, and intrusion,
With some Outlandish Institution,
With Vrsines Catechism to muse on,
With Systems method for confusion,
VVith grounds strong laid of meer illusion▪
See a new Teacher, &c▪
VVith Rites indifferent all damned,
And made unlawfull, if commanded,
Good works of Popery down banded,
And Morall Laws from him estranged,
Except the Sabbath still unchanged.
See a new Teacher, &c.
VVith speech unthought, quick revelation,
VVith boldness in predestination,
VVith threats of absolute damnation,
Yet yea and nay hath some salvation,
For his own Tribe, not every Nation.
See a new Teacher, &c,
VVith after licence cost a crown,
VVhen Bishop new had put him down,
VVith tricks call'd repetition,
And doctrine newly brought to town,
[Page 60]Of teaching men to hang and drown.
See a new Teacher, &c.
With flesh-provision to keep Lent,
With shelves of sweet-meats often spent,
Which new Maid bought, old Lady sent;
Though to be sav'd a poor present;
Yet legacies assure the event.
See a new Teacher, &c.
With troops expecting him at th' door,
That would hear Sermons, and no more;
With noting tools, and sighs great store,
With Bibles great to turn them o're,
While he wrests places by the score.
See a new Teacher, &c.
With running text, the nam'd forsaken,
With For and But, both by sense shaken,
Cheap doctrines forc'd, wilde Uses taken,
Both sometimes one by mark mistaken,
With any thing to any shapen.
See a new Teacher, &c.
VVith new wrought caps, against the Canon,
For taking cold, though sure he have none;
A Sermons end, where he began one,
A new hour long, when's glass had run one,
New Use, new Points, new Notes to stand on.
See a new Teacher, &c.

The Flight.

My Laelia stay,
And run not thus like a young Roe away,
No enemy
Pursues thee (foolish Girl) 'tis only I,
I'll keep off harms,
If thou'lt be pleas'd to garrison mine arms;
What, do'st thou sear
I'll turn a Traytour? may these Roses here
To palness shread,
And Lillies stand disguised in new red.
If that I lay
A snare, wherein thou wouldst not gladly stay;
See, see the Sun,
Does slowly to his azure lodging run,
Come, sit but here,
And presently he'il quit our Hemisphere;
So still, among
Lovers, time is too short, or else too long;
Here will we spin
Legends for them that have Loves martyrs bin,
Here on this plain,
Wee'll talk Narcissus to a flower again:
Come here, and choose
On which of these proud plats thou would'st re­pose.
Here may'st thou shame
The rusty violets with the crimson flame
[Page 62]Of either cheek,
And Primroses, white as thy fingers seek,
Nay, thou may'st prove,
That mans most noble passion is to love.

To a Lady that wrought a story of the Bible in needle-work.

COuld we judge here, most vertuous Madam, then
Your needle might receive praise from our pen;
But this our want bereaves it of that part,
Whil'st to admire, and thank is all our art,
The work deserves a shrine: I should reherse
Its glorie in a story not in Verse,
Colours are mixed so subt'lly, that thereby
The strength of Art doth take & cheat the eye,
At once a thousand we can gaze upon,
But are deceiv'd by their transition,
What toucheth is the same, beam takes from beam
The next still like, yet diff'ring in the ex­tream,
Here runs this tract, thither we see that tends,
But cannot say, Here this, or there that ends:
Thus, while they creep insensibly, we doubt,
Whether the one pow'rs not the other out.
[Page 63]Faces so quick and lively, that we may
Fear, if we turn our backs, they'l steal away
Postures of grief so true, that we may swear,
Your Artfull fingers have wrought passion there:
View we the manger and the Babe, we thence
Beleeve the very threds have innocence,
Then on the Crosse, such love, such griefe we finde,
As 'twere the transcript of our Saviours minde,
Each parcell so expressive, each so fit,
That the whole seems not so much wrought, as writ:
'Tis sacred Text all, we may quote, and thence,
Extract what may be pass'd in our defence;
Blest mother of the Church, be in the list
Reason'd with four, a she Evangelist,
Nor can the stile be prophanation, when
The needle may convert more than the pen,
When saith may come by seeing, and each leafe,
Rightly peru [...]'d, prove Gospel to the deafe:
Had not that Helen haply found the Crosse,
By this your work you had repair'd that losse.
Tell me not of Penelope, we do
See a web here more chaste and sacred too.
Where are ye now, O women, ye that sow
Temptations, lab'ring to express the bow
[Page 64]Of the blinde Archer, ye that rarely set,
To please your Loves, a Venus in a net,
Turn your skill hither, then we shall, no doubt,
See the Kings daughter glorious too without;
Women sow'd onely fig-leaves hitherto.
Eves nakedness is onely cloath'd by you.

To the King.

THe Prince hath now an equall, and may see
A fellow to his sports, as great as he:
Nor need [...]e lessen birth, or fall from state,
Or be depos'd to an Associate;
Or else to fit companions to his play,
Need lay your Scepter or your Crown away.
And now you may behold, Sir, by your side,
Your Royall Self grown more, and multipl'd,
And those past years, before and since your Raigne,
May in your Children see llv'd o're again;
Who are your Emblemes; and though none be free
From fate, yet you in them immortall be:
And whil'st we may preserve you living thus,
When e're you die, you not depart from us:
Your sons will keep most of you from the grave,
So, though we change, we no new King shall have:
[Page 65]You onely will be varied; as a grain
Lost in a Harvest; more returns again.
And though perchance we cannot say, like those,
Who are Heirs to their fathers eyes, or nose,
Report his look, and are so justly fac'd
Like him, as if they were not born, but cast,
That all these signs we in the Princes finde,
Yet sure there is more likenesse in their minde,
Which you conveyed them through their mo­ther, who
Even thus did travel with your vertues too,
Which to descend to our dull sence and earth,
Come to us in their shapes, and suffer birth.
And be your off-spring, who when Chronicle
[...]s all we have, and Annals onely tell
Your deeds and actions, and when men shall look
And see the Prince and Duke do all the book,
And live your Royal story, and that all
Which you did well, was but prophetical,
Will not be thought as your posterity,
But you in them will your Successor be.

To the Queen, upon the birth of her first Daughter.

AFter the Princes birth, admired Queen,
Had you prov'd barren, you had fruitfull been;
And in one Heir born to his fathers place
And royal minde had brought us forth a race.
But we, who thought we wisht enough to see
A Prince of Wales, have now a progenie:
And you being perfect now have learn't the way
To be with Childe as oft as we can pray.
So that henceforth, we need no alters vex
With empty vows, being heard in either Sex:
Nor have we all our Kingdoms incense try'd
So many years onely to be deny'd.
We no desires, but thankfull off'rings bring,
That bearing many you prefer the King,
And to us yet have but one daughter shown;
Who else had been the Original alone.
Without a Copy: for the shapes we see
In tables of you but bright errours be.
Nor could we hope Art could beget an Heir
To that sweet forme, unlesse your selfe did bear
Your Portraiture, and in a daughter shew
That of your self, which yet no Painter drew,
[Page 67]Who with his subtil hand and wisest skill
Hath hitherto but striv'd to draw you ill;
And when he takes his Pencil from your look,
Find's colours make you but a piece mistook,
And so paints treason, nor would have pretence
To scape, but that he limmes a fair pretence:
But in the Princesse you are writ so plain
And true, that in her you were born again.
And when we see you both together plac'd,
You are your daughter, onely grown in haste.
In both we may the self-same graces see,
But that they yet in her but Infant be,
Not woman beauties, nor will we dispaire
The Prince and Duke of York have equal share
In your perfections, which, though they divide,
Make them both Prince enough by th' mothers side.
Whose composition is so clear and good,
That we can see discourses in your bloud,
And understand your body, so refin'd
That of you might be born a Soul, or mind.
O may you still be fruitfull, and begin
Henceforth to make our year by lying in.
May we have store of Princes, and they live
Till Heraulds doubt what Titles they should give,
To this, may you be young still, and no other
Signes of more age found in you, but a mother.

Vpon one that preach't in a Cloak.

SAw you the Cloak at Church to day,
The long worne short Cloak lin'd with Say?
What had the man no Gown to wear?
Or was this sent him from the Mayor?
Or is't the Cloak which Nixon brought
To trim the Tub, where Golledge taught?
Or can this best conceal his lips,
And shew Communion-sitting hips?
Or was the Cloak St. Paul's; if so,
With it he found the Parchments too;
Yes, verily, for he hath been
With mine Host Gajus, at the new Inne;
A Gown (God blesse us) trailes oth' floor,
Like th' Petticoat oth' Scarlet whor [...],
Whose large stiffe plea [...]s, he dare confide,
Are ribs from Antichrists own side;
A mourning cope if it look to th' East,
Is the black surplice of the beast.

On the May Pole.

THe mighty zeal which thou hast late put on,
Neither by Prophet nor by Prophets son
As yet prevented, doth transport me so
Beyond my self, that though I ne're could go
Far in a Verse, and have all times defi'd,
Since Hopkins and good Thomas Sternhold di'd;
Except it were the little pains I took,
To please good people in a Prayer book:
That I set forth, or so yet must I raise
My spirits for thee, vvho shall in thy praise
Gird up her loyns, and furiously run
All kinde of feete, but Satans cloven one▪
Such is thy zeal, so vvell thou dost ex­presse it,
That vver't not like a Charme I'd sayd, God blesse it.
I needs must say it is a spiritual thing
To raile against the Bishop and the King:
[Page 70]But these are private quarrels, this doth fall
Within the compasse of the General;
Whether it be a pole painted, or wrought
Farre otherwise then from the vvood 't was brought,
VVhose head the Idol makers hand doth crop,
VVhere a prophane birde towring on the top,
Looks like the Calfe in Horeb, at vvhose root
The unyoakt youth doth exercise his foot,
Or vvhether it preserves its boughs befriend­ed
By neighbouring bushes, and by them attend­ed.
How canst thou chuse but seeing it, com­plain
That Baal's worship'd in the groves again?
Tell me how curst an egging with a sting
Of lust, do these unwily dances bring:
The simple wretches say they mean no harm,
They do'nt indeed, but yet these actions warm
Our purer bloud the more: for Satan thus
Tempts us the more that are more righte­ous,
Oft hath a brother most sincerely gone
S [...]ifled with zeal and contemplation,
[Page 71]VVhere lighting on the place where such re­paire
He views the Nymph, and is clean out in's prayer.
Oft hath a sister grounded in a truth,
Seeing the jolly carriage of the youth,
Beene tempted to the vvay that's broad and bad,
And were't not for our private pleasures, had
Renounc'd her little ruffe and goggle eye,
And quit her self of the fraternity.
What is the mirth? what is the melody
That sets them in this Gentiles vanity?
When in our Sinagogues we raile at sin,
And tell men of the faults that they are in.
With hand and voice so following our Theams,
That we put out the sides-men in their [...] dreams,
Sounds not the Pulpit then which we bela­bour
Better, and holier then doth a Tabor;
Yet such is unregenerate mans folly,
He loves the wicked noise and hares the ho­ly;
If the sins sweet enticing and the bloud,
VVhich now begins to boyl have thought it good
To challenge liberty and recreation;
Let it be done in holy contemplation;
[Page 72]Brother and sister in the field may walk,
Beginning of the holy word to talk;
Of David and Vriahs lovely wife,
Of Thamar and her lustfull brothers strife,
Then underneath the hedge that is the next,
They may sit downe and so act out the Text,
Nor do we want (how ere we live Austere)
In VVinter Sabbath nights some lusty cheare,
And though the Pastors grace which oft doth hold
Halfe an houre long make the provision cold;
VVee can bee merry, thinking nee're the worse,
To mend the matter at the second course,
Chapters are read, and Hymnes are sweetly sung,
Joyntly commanded by the nose and tongue;
Then on the word we diversly dilate,
VVrangling indeed for heat of zeale not hate,
VVhen at the length an unappeased doubt
Fiercely comes in, and then the lights goe out;
Darknesse thus makes our peace, and we con­tain
Our fiery spirits till we meet again:
[Page 73]Till then no voice is heard, no tongue do's go,
Unlesse a tender sister shreek, or so.
Such should be our delights, grave and de­mure,
Not so abominable and impure
As those thou seek'st to hinder, but I fear
Satan vvill be too strong, his Kingdom's there,
Few are the righteous, nor do I know
How we this Idol here shall overthrow,
Since our sincerest Patron is deceas't,
The number of the righteous is decreas't;
But wee do hope these times will on▪ and breed
A faction mighty for us, for indeed
VVe labour all, and every sister joyns
To have regenerate babes spring from our loyns,
Besides, what many carefully have done,
To get the unrighteous man a righteou [...] son.
Then stoutly on, let not thy flocks range lewd­ly
In their old vanities, thou Lampe of beaud­ly,
One thing I pray thee, doe not so much thirst
After Idolatries last fall, but first
[Page 74]Follow thy suit more close, let it not go,
Till it be thine as thou would'st have't, for so
Thy successours upon the same entaile,
Hereafter may take up the Whit sun Ale.

To the Queen.

Most gracious Queen
IF Poets could be born as oft as you
Bring Princes forth, something might then be new.
Th' Alembecks of the vvombe and brain run crosse
Elixar's, they'r more common then our drosse.
Your faire and beautifull soyl pure Manna breeds,
When our dull mud is barren too in weeds.
Though then you here finde nothing fresh but names,
This Verse being writ for Charles, and that for Iames:
Yet may they now (like sacred Reliques) be
Lov'd and imbrac'd for their Antiquity,
Your former teeming taught the costive earth,
And barren wives the fashion of a birth;
[Page 75]But now (as if your wise fertilitie,
An Extract were of all State-policie)
You give example unto men, and teach
Loyalty more than our Divines can reach.
You that do practise base exactions, and
Rail at the needfull taxes of our Land,
Thinking your money better spent upon
A coach, a feast, or some new fashion,
Of devout Rebels, the Nonships which be
Wals that imprison us to libertie,
Like those Athenian Grandees, who to see
The costly madness of one Tragedie,
Could scatter large supplies, although 'twas known,
This want made them Spectatours of their own.
Learn homage now from Majesty, the Queen
Her self hath here the best of Subjects been;
She payes large tribute, that it may appear,
Safety, like Heaven, is never bought too dear.
I've read of Romane matrons, who did drown
Their richest jewels, to preserve their Town;
Stopping the gulph with pearls, which grac'd their ears;
They rather chuse no ornaments than fears.
And those brave Dames of Carthage were content,
To shave their dangling tresses, which they lent
For cordage then, and glori'd they could see
What once was pride, turn'd now to Subsidie:
[Page 76]Baldnesse was beauty there, nor did they care,
So they could bend their bows, to lose their hair
But you (great Queen) contrive your Coun­tries good,
Not from your locks expence, but from your blood.
Each parcell of the Duke, bright as his eyes,
Proves you give jewels of a wealthier prise;
Who, for a generall safety, wish to be
Blest with the pangs of your high agonie,
Whil'st the dull lees of man scarce daigne to give
Poor common service, that themselves may live;

Vpon Tom of Christ-Church.

THou that by ruine do'st repair,
And by destruction art a Founder:
Whose Art doth tell us what men are,
Who by corruption shall rise sounder:
In this fierce fires intensive heat,
Remember this is Tom the great.
And Cyclops think at every stroke,
Which with thy sledge his side shall wound,
That then some statute thou hast broke,
Which long depended on his sound;
And that our Colledge-gates did crie,
They were not shut since Tom did die.
Think what a scourge 'tis to the City,
To drink and swear by Ca [...]fax bell,
Which bellowing without tune, or pity,
The nights and dayes divides not well;
But the poor Trades-man must give o're
His Ale at eight, or sit till foure.
We all in haste drink off our wine,
As if we never should drink more;
So that the reck'ning after nine
Is larger now than that before.
Release this tongue, which erst could say,
Home Scholars; Drawer, what's to pay?
So thou of order shalt be Founder,
Making a Ruler for the people,
One that shalt ring thy praises wonder,
Than t'other six bells in the steeple:
Wherefore think, when Tom is running,
Our manners wait upon thy cunning.
Then let him raised be from ground,
The same in number, weight, and sound,
So may thy conscience rule thy gain,
Or would thy theft might be thy bane.

On a Burning-glasse.

STrange Chymistry! Can dust and sand produce
So pure a body, and diaphanous?
Strange kinde of courtship! that the amorous Sun,
T' embrace a Min'rall, twists his rayes in one;
Talk of the Heavens mockt, by a Sphear, alas,
The Sun it selfes's here in a piece of glass:
Let Magnets drag base iron, this alone
Can to her icie bosom win the Sun;
Witches may cheat us of his light a while,
But this can him even of himselfe beguile:
In Heaven he staggers to both Tropicks, here
He keeps fixt residence all times of th' year,
Here's a perpetuall Solstice, here he lies,
Not on a bed of water, but of ice;
How well by this himself abridge, he might
Redeem the Scythians from their ling'ring night.
How well by this glasse Proxey might he roule
Beyond the Ecliptick, and warme either Pole;
Had but Prometheus been so wise, h' had ne're
Scal'd Heaven to light his torch, but lighted here.
[Page 79]Had Archimedes once but known this use,
H' had burnt Marcellus from proud Syracuse;
Had Vesta's Maids of honour this but seen,
Their Ladies fire had ne're extinguisht been;
Hels Engines might have finisht their de­signe
Of powder (but that Heaven did co [...]termine)
Had they but thought of this; th' Egyptians may
Wel hatch their eggs without the mid wife clay;
Why do not puling Lovers this devise,
For a fit Embleme of their Mistress eyes?
They call them Diamonds, and say th' have bin
Reduc'd, by them, to ashes, all within;
But they'l assume't, and ever hence 'twill pass,
A Mistress eye is but Loves Burning-glass.

Vpon Sheriffe Sandbourn.

FIe, Scholars, fie, have you such thirsty souls,
To swil, quaff, & carouse in Sandbourns bouls?
Tell me, mad youngsters, what do you beleeve,
It cost good Sandbourn nothing to be Shreife,
To spend so many Beeves, so many weathers,
Maintaining so many caps, so many feathers?
Again, is mault so cheap, this pinching yeer,
That you should make such havock of his beer?
I hear you are so many, that you make
Most of his men turn Tapsters, for your sake;
[Page 80]And that when he, even on the Bench doth sit,
You snatch the meat from off the hungry spit;
You keep such hurly-burly, that it passes,
Ingurgitating sometimes whole half glasses,
And some of you (forsooth) are grown so fine,
Or else so saucie, as to call for wine;
As if the Sheriffe had put such men in trust,
As durst draw out more wine than needs they must:
In faith, in faith, it is not well, my Masters,
Nor fit, that you should be the Sheriffs tasters;
It were enough, you being such Gurmundisers,
To make the Sheriffs, henceforth, turn arrant Misers;
Remove th' Assise, to Oxfords soul disgrace,
To Henly on the Thames, or some such place;
He neve [...] had complained, had it been
A pe [...]y Firkin, or a Kilderkin:
But when a Barrell daily is drawn out,
My Masters, then it's time to look about.
Is this a lie, trow ye? I tell you, No,
My Lord high Chancellor was informed so.
And oh! what would all the bread in town
Suffice, to drink the Sheriffs liquor down?
But he in Hampers must it from hence bring,
Oh most prodigious, & most monstrous thing!
Upon so many loaves of home-made bread,
How long might he and his two men have fed?
He would, no doubt, the poor they should be fed
With the sweet morsels of his broken bread:
[Page 81]But when that they poor Souls for bread did call,
Answer was made, the Schollars eat up all.
And when for broken Beere they crav'd a cup,
Answer was made, the Schollars drunke it up;
And thus, I know not how they chang'd the name,
But did the deed, and Longtail bore the Flame.

Not to Travel.

WHat need [...] Travel, since I may
More choicer wonders here survey;
What need I Tyre for purple seek,
When I may finde it in a cheek?
Or sack the Eastern shores, there lies
More precious Diamonds in her eyes?
What need I dig Peru for Oare,
When every hair of hers yields more?
Or toyl for Gummes in India,
Since she can breath more rich then they?
Or Ransack Africk, there will be
On either hand more Ivory?
But look within all vertues that
Each Nation would appropriate,
[Page 82]And with the glory of them rest,
Are in this Map at large exprest;
That, who would Travel here might know
The little World in folio.

Jo: Cleveland HIS ORATIONS AND EPISTLES, On Eminent Occasions, In Latin.

English't by E. W.

Printed for Nath. Brook, at the Angel in Corn-hill. 1659.

Oratio coram Rege, & Principe Carolo in Collegio Ioannensi Cantab. habita. 1642.

Augustissime Regum, Archetype Carole.

QVae nupero dolore obriguit Academia, tanquam orbatae Niobes soror Saxea, si in pristinam facundiam resolvatur hodie, agnoscit omen vestrae praesentiae. Mem­ [...]onis statua solaribus per [...]ussa Radiis, vocalem Musicam edidisse fertur: Habent vel hi parie­ [...]es Chordas Magicas, quas minima vultus vestri strictura quasi plectro animabit. Nec magis elo­quuntur lapides, quam è Diametro miraculi stu­ [...]ent Oratores: Quod in afflatis numine fieri vide­mus, it a Deum recipere ut ejiciant Hominem, in­stinctu sapere non intellectu, perindè vestra in no­bis Hospitatur Divinitas, cujus nimius splendor, omnes omnium, sensus sacrificat, & tam sanctam nostri jacturam in lucro deputamus. Ignoscimus [...]am fatis immodestiam suam, Imminens litera­ [...]um exitium ut favoris insidias gratulamur, scil▪ [...]ambitiosè moriuntur Musae quae ad vestros pe­des efflabunt vale. Lusit Archimedes coelos in [Page 86] sphaerâ: quid ni dicam Iovem in Carolo fabri­catum? Adeò ut Orator Ille, Qui manu deor­sum flexâ, O Coelum! exclamavit, si istum in mo­dum perorâsset Hodie, soloecismum manu non com­misisset: Enimverò, cum Regem Optimum Maxi­mum & Principem simul astantes videam, nescio quo modo Principis Natalis videatur Re­dux, ubi solem & stellam, fulgentes à symbolis, (licèt non aequis Radiis) conspicati sumus. Caesare mortuo novum in coelis emicuit sydus, quod Iulii Anima passim audiit: Caesaris Epilogus fuit Pro­logus Caroli: Neque enim aptior stella, quam Invictissima illius Herois Anima, quae vestrae soboli res g [...]rendas ominaretur: Stellam dixi? mutò factum: Crederem potius ipsum solem fuisse qui tunc temporis delegavit Tibi moderamen Diei, & ut Principis cunas fortius videret, suum in stellam contraxit Oculum: Ecce ut Patrissat Carolus! ut ad vestras virtutes anhelus surgit! Quod sub pi­entissimo Rege accidisse legimus, solem muliis gra­dibus retrò ferri Principis aetas pari portento com­pensavit damnum, cujus festina virtus Devorat Horologium, & pueritiâ vix dum libatâ meridiem [...]ttigit. Parcatur mihi si turgeat Oratio, si ni­hil praeter solem, & stellas crepet: quippè in Prin­cipis natali ipsa natura mihi praeivit Allegoriam. O foelicem interim Academiam, & aeternitatem quandam nactam, quae in Rege, & Principe, & Esse nostrum, & nostrum Fore, simul complecti­tur! Non est quod plura expectentur soecula, [Page 87] viximus & nostram, & posterorum vitam▪ Sed vereor nè molestus fuerim importuno officio, quod in tam illustri praesentiâ, in nescio quid majus pia­culo excrescit: Minima coram Rege errata, tun­quam angustiores Rimae extendu [...]tur lumine: O­ratio itaque nostra pro genio temporum Reforma­bitur, quod tantundem est, Rescindetur. Hoc uni­cum praefabor votum, Vivas, Augustissime, Pieta [...] Tuorum, & Tremor Hostium. Vivas vel in Hoc declivio stator literarum: vivas denique eam [...] ­dutus gloriam, ut Filium tuum Carolum appelle­mus Maximum, qui [...] solo Patre Minorem.

Dixi Jo. Cleev'land. Joa [...]n.

An Oration delivered before the King and Prince Charles, in St. Iohn's Colledge at Cambridge, 1642.

Charles most August of Kings, and you, Great Britains hope, Illustrious Charles.

THis Academy, whom but even now equally Marble with the widdowed Niobe, grief congeal'd into a sence­lesse-statue, if this day she be restor'd to her wonted smiles, 'tis to you, Great Princes, and to your Auspicious presence, that she must owe this happy change. The statue of Mem­non darted upon by the Sun's royal beams is reported by the ancients to have utter'd a vocal harmony, nor is it lesse true, that even these walls have now their charming chords, from which as with a Plectre, or Quill, the least glance of your countenance hath powr to call forth a most melodious Sound, & by a strange contrariety of miracle, at the same time the stones speak, and the Oratours are struck dumb with admiration. It happens in [Page 89] those, who are actuated with Divine impulse that they so receive God as to cast off Man, and that they understand rather by heavenly instinct then by humane reason, in like man­ner your Divinity hath taken up its habita­tion in us, and with its over-powerfull splen­dour sacrificed all our sences, and yet we ac­count it a gain to have so gloriously lost our selves. We now pardon the fates their im­modesty, and congratulate the imminent dis­solution of Letters as a favourable surprise, for indeed the Muses must needs be ambiti­ous to die, if at your Royal feet they may be admitted to breath their last: Archimedes sportively imitated the Heavens in a Globe, what hinders, but that I may affirm Iove to be lively set forth in Charles; so that he, who pointing to the earth cried out! O Heavens, if at this present he had so declaim'd, he had not committed a soloecisme with his hand, for since I behold the best and greatest of Kings and Princes in place together, me thinkes the Princes birth-day seems to be brought back to this present time in which we see the Sun and Starre shining in conjun­ction, though not with equal rayes, when Cae­sar died there appeared a new Starre in Hea­ven, which was generally called the Soul of Iulius; the Epilogue of Caesar hath been Charles his prologue, for what Starre was fit­ter [Page 90] to portend the great things to be done by your off-spring (mighty King) then the Soul of that most invincible Heroe. Starre did I say? pardon me, great Sir, I should rather be­lieve that it was the Sun himself, who at that time resign'd unto your hands the government of the day; and, that he might the more in­tently observe the Prince's Illustrious Cradle he contracted his universal eye into a Starre; Behold how Charles begins already Patrissare, and with what haste and eagre pursuit he soares up to his fathers virtues, that which we read to have hapned of old, under the most pious King of Iuda, that the Sun went back many degrees, is now in Charles his dayes re­compens't by no lesse a wonder; nor was the course of time then so much retarded as his forward virtues have now hastned it and brought it on, since in the very dawn of his youth, he hath attained unto the noon of perfection. Pardon me if my Oration swell and sound nothing but Sun and Stars, since in the Pr [...]nce's Nativity nature hath anticipated my allegory; Oh happy Academy, in the mean time, and invested with a kinde of eter­nity, as comprehending at the same time in King and Prince, both our Present and our Future; what need we expect the ages to come, having lived our own life, and that of posterity together: But I fear least by an [Page 91] officious zeal, I have been too tediously trou­blesome, which in so illustrious a presence, may soon grow up to a crime beyond ex­piation. The least absurdities committed be­fore a King, are like chinks which though never so narrow, are discovered and inlarg'd by the light that passeth through them; our Oration thefore is to be corrected according to the genius of the times, and that which is superfluous to be lop't off; One prayer alone remains to Usher in the close. Live, most August, the desire and welfare of your own and the terrour of your enemies, Live, even in this descent of your age, the stay, and prop of learning: Lastly, live adorn'd with so much glory, that the Prince your Son may acquire the name of Charles the Greatest, as being lesse then his Father onely.

John Cleaveland.

Ejusd. Epistola ad Episcop. Lincol­nensem, cùm factus esset Ar­chiepiscopus Eboracensis.

USque, & usque quod gratulamur; Si mo­lesti sumus, utinam indies succresceret pec­candi materia▪ Pietas officii non metuit Cramben, sed vestri honoris aemula indignatur Non-ultrà. Quin placeat igitur nostris in literis rumniare fortunas Tuas, & prolixioris calami gutture (quod Phi­loxenus Gruino voluit) repetere dapûm volupta­tem. Neque retro tantum gaudemus, prensa­mus sinciput, & in futurum gratulamur: pro­vidè factum, & tempestivè; eo enim pergat virtus vestra, ut si paulum promoveat, humanos limi­tes supergressus, eris ineffabilis. At luxat no­bis animos Divinus horror, quum sacra factu­ris eminus, & splendor vester & sublimit as ob­servantur. Nutat Religio quae veneratur so­lem, & Tremor Luminum fatetur Deum [...]adem est nostra oculorum conscientia, qui Radios ve­stros non sinè O [...]ulari crepusculo sustinemus. Nec minus sublimitatem vestram luimus; siqui­dem sacrificantium Zelus, (tanquam flamma sa­crificii) quò magis ascendit, eò magis trepidat. Clementia vestra disputat cum magnitudine, & hâc amicissima lite (quasi totius Naturae Puerpe­rium) [Page 93] officium nostrum est oriundum. Ignoscimus fatis immodestiam suam, quicquid adversi con­tigit, ut favoris insidias amplectimur: sic recur­rere videbantur Fortunae tuae, ut fortiùs prosili­rent Comprobavit exitus ingenium commenti: Militans Ecclesia jam triumphat & fluctu­ [...] (ut olim Arca) tandem in montibus acquies­cit. Non amplius Collegium Mater Lanas la­cerat, nec facie sua computat miserias. Musae, quas vivere fuit Hyperbole, nunc audent vigere: Quippe altitudo vestra ut Niliaca Aegypti ferti­litatem literarum ominatur. Enimverò cùm Astra sunt faelicitatis nostrae Condi-promi, quid est quod a superis non expectemus; Patrono in hoc syderum vicinia collocato. Orandus igitur es (Archi-Praesul dignissimè) ut ambitionem no­stram serò sisteres, & honores vestros subindè catenares, ut cùm supremum Fortunae Tuae Ra­dium conscenderis, nec dum terminetur Clymax vestra, Caelum superest Dominationi.

Vestri quam Devotissimi J. Cleev'land.

An Epistle of the same Authour to the Bishop of Lincolne, when he was made Arch-Bishop of York.

IF in never giving over our congratulati­ons we are too importunate, I wish, that every day new matter were afforded, of so offending; the zeale of my duty feares no check, but rather, emulous of true honour, disdains to meet with a Non ultra. It is a more than ordinary satisfaction in frequent Letters to ruminate upon your fortunes, and (as Philoxenus wisht in another sense) to re­peat the pleasure of those delicacies with a long-neckt quill; nor is it enough to rejoyce onely for what is past; but to take hold on the fore-lock, and congratulate for the future; and this certainly is a provident and season­able course, considering that your vertue moves forward so fast, that within a short while it will go near to transcend humane limits, and so become ineffable; but a cer­tain divine horror unse [...]tles our minds, when, going to offer up our respects, we observe from a far off, at once, your splendour and exaltedness. Veneration staggers when it [Page 95] approacheth the Sun, and the trembling of our lights confess a Deity, such is the abash­ment of them, that they cannot endure the brightness of your rayes without an ocular twilight, nor have we less awe of your exal­tedness. For as much as the Sacrificers zeal, like the flame of the sacrifice, by how much the more it ascends, so much the more it trembles; but your clemencie disputes with your greatness, and from this most friendly strife (as if Nature were in travell) our duty is to take its birth; we pardon the Fates their incivility, and whatsoever hath happened ad­verse, we embrace it as a favourable ambush. So your fortunes seem'd to recoile back, that they might spring forward with the greater force; the event hath made good the happiness of invention: the Church mi­litant now triumphs, and lately floating (as heretofore the Ark) now rests upon the moun­tains, no more shall our Mother-Colledge card and spin, or discover her sorrows by her dejected countenance; the Muses, who could not be said to live without an Hyperbole, have now the confidence to shew their excellencies; nor could it be otherwise, since your advanced state (as that of Nile brought f [...]uitfulness to Egypt) is a most happy A [...] ­spice of the prosperity of learning: and so long as the stars are the stewards of your f [...]licity, [Page 96] what is that we may not expect from the Powers above, having a Patron placed so near the stars? This onely remains, Most Reverend Arch-Bishop, to be requested, that our ambition may at length be restrain'd by some little curb put unto the full career of your Honors; so that as when you shall seem to have mounted up to the highest pinacle of your fortunes, the scale of your ascent may not yet be terminated, and besides all earth­ly glories, Heaven is still reserv'd the chiefest guerdon to crown your high deserts.

Yours most humbly devoted, J. Cleaveland.

Alia ejusdem, ad Episcopum Londinensem.

CVjus laborantes partes pari animorum deli­quio diu expressimus, ne graver is in ejus redivivo jubare experrecti triumphemus: Hodie enim est quod vivimus postliminio, & vindiciis Honori vestri quotquot sumus, sumus Virbit: siquidem in moetore nostro quid aliud fuit vita nostra quam nocturna lucubratio? & in tuo Oc­cidente [Page 97] superesse, quam in gratiis naturae vivere? Sed focra res est: Reddidit diem redux Phosphorus, & post tanta cum astris jurgia Collegium mater taxdem fatetur Coe [...]os. Incassum tubas fatigarunt veteres▪ ut ecclipsin redimerent. Alma Mater su­spiriis magis sonoris profligavit vestram sc▪ hic fuit foelicitatis vestrae somnus, qui tantum abest ut illam extingueret, ut refi­ceret potius, & alacriorem reddat. Eccum majorem mundum tuum adexemplar com­positum, vel si mavis dictum luce & tene­bris distinctum! Si Sol in perpetuum splen­deret, nec aram, nec mystam haberet Per­ [...]icum: Enimvero caligantes oculi nostri pacti sunt inducias cum fulgore vestro, qu [...]bus finitis ad pristinum redit seipsum. Aspicias quae sumus Clientum nomina, & agnoscas r [...]dios è luminoso tuo corpore dif­fusos, nihil enim de nostro habemus. Per­curras singulos, & videas teipsum (prolixi­orem semper admodum) sed modo plenius, modo angustius pro varia speculorum indole repercussum. Atque hinc est quod imagi­nem vestram (tanquam Collegii Palladium) inter Archiva recondimus, ut Mater enixa sobolem, ad picturam se sistat, vnltus com­paret, it a umbra vestra (plusquam splen­dorem Phoebi) distinguat pullos. Gratula­mur itaque (vel nostro nomine) nov as hasc [...] [Page 98] honorum inducias. Vivas in posterum for­tuna major: ingens vester animus (tan­quam illud aeternum jecur) indignetur vul­turem; quo magis consumitur augeatur magis, & inter ipsos invidiae Molares cre­scat virtus.

J. Cleveland.

Another of the same Authour to the Bishop of London.

THink it not strange that we now triumph, awakened by his revived lustre, whose sufferings we have long resented with a suitable depressure of spirit; this day it is, that we start up (as it were) from the dead, and by an honour [...]ble assertion of liberty, look how many men we are, so many Vir­bii we are; for in the state of our sadness what was our life other than a late sitting up at night? and to have li­ved in your declining Sun-set, what was it but to live at Natures courtesie? But now our condition is well amend­ed, Phosphorus returning, hath brought back the day, and so many contests [Page 99] with the stars, our Mother-Colledge hath at length found Heaven an help­er. In vain the Ancients so often soun­ded their trumpets, to profligate the Suns eclipse; but our sacred Mother, with the more effectuall harmony of her sighs, hath dispelled yours; this indeed was the slumber of your felicity, and was so far from extinguishing it, that it rather renewed it, and made it more flourishing; behold, the greater world fram'd, or rather pronounc'd, according to your exemplar, distin­guisht with light and darkness: if the Sun should shine perpetually, he would neither have altars erected to him, nor would the Persians keep in their sacred fire, our dazled eyes have made a truce with your brightness, which, that truce being ended, returns to its former lu­stre; behold here, we beseech you, your devoted Clients, and in them observe the rayes that flow forth from your owne resplendent body, for wee have nothing about us, that we can call our selves. View every one of us, and there you may see your self (to a great advantage alwayes) but some­times more full, and sometimes lesse, according to the various reflection of [Page 100] the object; and hence it is that▪ we lay up your image (as the Palladium of our Colledge) amongst our Archives and Monuments; as a Mother having brought forth her Infant, goes to her pi­cture and compares the features, so your shadow (more then the Suns brightnesse) distinguisheth us young ones: We congratulate therefore in our own behalf, this new truce of honours. Live from hence forth greater then your fortune, and may your exalted minde (like that eternal liver) despise the eat­ing vulture, and by how much the more it is consumed, so much the more increase, and your virtue still grow up, and prosper even among the grinding teeth of envy.

J. Cleaveland.

Ejusdem Oratio ad Acad. Can­tab. Cancellarium, & Legatum Gallicum, publicè habita.

Honoratissime Domine Cancellarie!
Illustrissime Hospes!

QVam Augusta sit vestra praesentia, & quam sacro horrore nostros praecellit [Page 101] animos utinam Oratoris vestri stupor non ita nimis testaretur; Quem enim alacritas officii nuper accenderat ut vos salutarem, impedit jam eadem Relligio nè in illas importunus ruerem inquilimus aures ubi Regum Concilia habitarunt, nec ma­gis Alloqui quam Intueri nefas. Ful­gura sunt in Amborum oculis, quorum splendorem si quis aspiceret Bidental fieret: si quis Persarum (qui venerantur solem) aspiceret, utrumque ratus suum Numen, divideret sacrificium. Nos quod attinet fatemur lippitudine, Radiorum victoriam, & hoc genunium, honoris Iubar, imbellis nostra Acces eô magis commendat quo minus su­stineat. Salve igitur Celeberrime Hospes! cujus gratissimi adventus (ut Capacia es­sent nostra pectora) magnitudo gaudii nos metipsos a Nobis exclusit foras. Ecce quot Helluones Oculi vos inspicimus! Quot in vestris vultibus, Quadragesimam violavi­mus! sed nos indigni tantis Dapibus; Mar­garita, & Regii illi Manes quos in Funda­toribus nostris numeramus, per me (tan­quam per Legatum suum (ut Titulo ve­stro superbire liceat) adventum vobis gra­tulamur. Nec invideas mihi (Clarissime Advena) Legati nomen, cum Celsitudo vestra ad Gradum meum, (quem modò su­scepisti) [Page 102] dignaretur Descendere. Humi­litas nostra (quod in Bilance solet) ad apicem vestram assurgebat. Scholas vi­disti, & Unicum illua Sacellum: Quorum Alteri do [...]uist [...] Literas, Alteri Pietatem: & quid amplius studes apud nos invisere? Ec­cum Academiam integram! Cancellarium Dignissimum! Qui quicquid Cantabrigia nostra in se complectitur plenius repraesen­tat. Theatra, & Scholarum Pyramides, Nos ludibundi Vitruvii Ludificavimus Chartis: Tu, Tu, Architectus fortunae no­strae, cujus magnificentiae vel pectoris nostri audaciam superabit. Multus sum (Honora­tissime) Orator in Cancellarii deb [...]tissimis laudibus, ut scias Qualis Heros, Qualis He­ros, Quantus Aliorum Patronus Honori ve­stro hodiè inserviat. Certè dum vos majorum gentium Nobiles simul astantes videam, ne­scio Quis Isthmus Galliam & Britaniam (invito Oceano) conjunxisse videatur. Quin perpetu [...]s sit iste nodus, & ità Gordianus, u [...] neuter Alexander discindat Gladio. Plu­ra vellem, & usque pergeret votorum pie­tas, sed Rictus (Diviti Arg [...]mento) plus­quam Demosthenes Anginam patior: Quare si Aures vestras (Regibus assuetas) nimis detinendo sacrilegus fuer [...]m; si quid deli­querim, Haec sa [...]ltem sit subitae Orationis [Page 103] provida Temeritas, ut nè paratus ad pec­candum prodiisse videar.

Sic Dixit J. Cleaveland.

An Oration of the same Authour, publickly spoken before the Chan­cellour of Cambridge, and the French Ambassadour.

HOw August your presence is, and with how sacred a horrour it strikes our mindes, I wish the amaze­ment of your Oratour did not too ap­parently testifie, for the same duty which of late stirred me up with cheer­fulnesse to salute you, is now become a kinde of religion in me, least I should rush, an importunate inmate upon those nice ears where the Counsels of Kings have dwelt: Nor is it lesse a crime to look upon you then to speak before you lightning appears in your eyes, upon whose too powerfull splendour who­ever shall presume to look, must become a Bidental sacrifice; If any of the Per­sians, [Page 104] who have the Sun in Veneration should chance to behold you, he would take each of you for his own deity, and so divide his sacrifice. But as to what concerns our selves we confesse by our dazled eyes the victory of your rayes, and this genuine lustre of honour our weak sight so much the more com­mends, by how much the lesse it is able to indure the brightnesse of it; Hail therefore thrice renowned guest, whose most gratefull arrival (that our breasts might be so much the more ca­pacious to receive you) hath with the excesse of joy driven us out of our selves: behold how many greedy eyes glut themselves with the beholding of you, how many lents have we broken in your gladsome aspect, a [...]d yet we are unworthy of such delicates; Great Mar­gareta, and the Souls of those royal per­sons whom we number amongst our founders, by me as their Ambassadour (a title I have cause to boast of) con­gratulate your coming hither, nor need you envy me, most illustrious guest the Title of Ambassadour, since your High­nesse hath been pleased to descend to my degree, which you have so lately ta­ken upon you, or rather our humility, [Page 105] as in equal poize of the balances raised it self up to your heighth. You have seen our Schools, and that famous Chap­pel, to the one of which you have taught learing, to the other piety, and what is there more among us that you can desire to see, behold the whole Uni­versity, behold our most Noble Chan­celour; who, whatsoever our Cam­bridge comprehends, represents with high advantage; behold, our structures and the Magnificence of our Schooles wherein with the sport of Art we have put to shame whatsoever hath been de­scrib'd by Vitruvius, 'tis you, great Sir, 'tis you who are the Architect of our fortune, and whose magnificence will far exceed the highest glories we can presume to imagin. I am the more ample; most honoured guest, in the deserved praises of our Chancellour that you may be the more sensible, what worthy, what Heroe, how great a Pa­tron of others it is, who is this day sub­servient to your virtue and excellence; Certainly while I see two of the most Illustrious personages of two such great Nations in place together, there seems I know not what Isthmus, maugre the swelling ocean, to have joyn'd France & [Page 106] Britain into one; and may this knot be everlasting, and so strongly Gordian, that no Alexander may be able to cut it asunder with his sword. Farther I would expatiate, and the zeal of my wishes should still go on forward, but that by the richnesse of the Argument, my mouth already suffers a squinancie greater then ever Demosthenes felt: wherefore if I have been sacrilegious in detaining overlong your ears accu­stomed onely to the speech of Kings, if in this I have been ought criminal, let it at least be imputed to the provident temerity of my over-hasty Oration, that I may not be thought to have come prepared to offend.

J. Cleaveland.

Ejusdem Oratio in Scholis habita cum Junior Baccalaureus in Tri­podem deputaret. Cantab.

QVos nè videre possum citra Oculo­rum Hyperbolen, quomodo vos ap­pellarem: & cùm altissimus vester Gradus, sine scalâ occupare ne­quit, Quaenam Orationis Climax vestram scandet Dignitatem? Vestram dum suspicl [...] in meo vultu invenio purpuram: & ingentis curae quae pr [...]standae observan [...]e a me habet sollicitum non novi subtilius Argumentum quam stuporem. Quod autem Poetarum Princeps Deorum senatum ad suam cogit [...], pari liceat & mili vos invitare ad hoc Ludicrum certamen no­strum. Vmbra'st haec nostra contentio & Icon Belli. Murium, & Ranarum Pugna quid aliud fuit quam Iliadis Brachygra­phia: & in pusillis illis animalculis, Hector & Achilles (tanquam Iliades in Nuce) co­arctantur. Ea s [...]q [...]idem est pensi nostri conditio, ut Hic etiam Mars & Venus im­plicati jacent. Pugna est, sed Ludicra: Lusus, & tamen Bellicus, ità ut nec bis cincta placeat Philosophia, nec nuda Citha­ra. [Page 108] Qui virili togâ indutus, nec dum re­liquit Nuces, sed totus Iocos crepat. Hujus [...]go Palladam, Posthumam Cerebri sui pro­l [...]n existimabo▪ Qui in hisce Floralibus solus Cato, & inter Philosophiae spinas nullos admittis Rhetoricae Flores, Hujus Minerva ad Amazonis instar, altera mamma desti­tuitur. Ille demum sit miles noster, qui & sese praestet ingenii veliten [...], & Philosophiae Cataphractum; qui & virislter audet dispu­tare, & cum Bipode Tripode par-imparlu­dere. Me quod spectat: Ita Rationem ad agendum subduxi meam, ut utrunque munus molior simul, & subterfugiam, Et pudibunda, metum inter & officium, Musa, & fugit ad salices, & videri cupit.

Sic Dixit J. Cleaveland.

An Oration of the same Author delivered in the publick Schools: When he was Iunior Batchelour, and was to dispute upon the Tri­pos.

YOu whom I cannot look upon without a Hyperbole of eyes, by what name, or title shall I be able to salute you? And since your high and mighty degree cannot be reach't with­out a Ladder, what Climax of Oration will serve to climb your dignity? while I suspect my cheeks to be hung with your skarlet, nor do I know a more subtle argument of that exceeding care which holds me sollicitous of rendring you your due respect then my silence and astonishment, but whereas the Prince of Poets brought the Senate of the gods to his battel of Frogs & Mice; by the same reason I may make bold to invite you to this sportive Combat, or contention of ours, which is a shadow, or image of war; the fight of the Mice and Frogs, what was it other then the [Page 110] short-hand of the Iliads, Hector & Achilles drawn in little in those petty animals, like the Iliads compress't within a Nut shell, and such also is the condition of our task, that Mars and Venus may here be seen intangled together. It is a fight but sportive, a play which yet hath in it somewhat of war; so that streight­lac't Philosophy will not here be season­able, nor the bare Harp alone; he, who clad in the Roab of manhood hath not yet left his toyes, but seems as if he were made up of jests, his Minerva I shall esteem the posthume off-spring of his own brain; the man, who appears a meer Cato in these May-games, and among the prickly Thorns of Philoso­phy admits no flowers of Rhetorick, his fancie like and Amazon seems bereft of one pap. Our Souldier must be such a one as can shew himself, both a light Horsman of wit, and a Cuirasser of Philosophy; who dares both manfully dispute, and play at even, or odd with the two legg'd Animal, and the Tripos, or three legg'd stool. As for me, I have so ordered my affairs, as to perform both offices together, and yet provide for an escape: Thus my Muse at a losse between duty and distrust, both [Page 111] fly's to the reeds, and yet desires to be seen.

J. Cleaveland.

Ejusdem Oratio Salutatoria in ad­ventum Illustrissimi Principis Pa­latinati. Cantabrig.

Serenissime Comes Palatine:

SI Archetypam corporis vestri eleganti­am possem transcibere, & Orationem mea [...] tanquam venustatis Metaphoram, [...] vestro vult [...] deducere, ita imaginem ve­stram aemutis encomiis exprimerem, [...] qui spectatum venias, venires spectandus, & unicum esser Ioannense spect aculum [...] tibi ostentare. Sed quoniam ad solares hosce radios caligat ponitus Atheniensis noctua▪ gratulor mihi meam in [...]rtiam, stup [...] ­rem jact [...]. Ita enim cum Sacratissimo Principe in Trutina quadam sum colloca­tus, ut in quantum deprimat me mea hu­milis facult as, in tantum sursum nititu [...] vestra Sublimitas. Salve igitur (Deside­ratissim [...] Princeps) hujus Collegii Ani [...]a, ceu potiu [...] Omnium Animarum Collegium. [Page 110] [...] [Page 111] [...] [Page 112] Ita tibi singuli devoti sumus, & in obse­quium vestrum juncta phalange ruimus. Ecce tibi Majorum tuorum monument a Margaretae (quae Semiramis invideat) cocta moenia: Margaretae, & Henrici sep­timi, & nostrum omnium matri [...], quae uno partu enixa est, quot Herculem fabulan­tur genuisse, quinquaginta Socios. Nec tibi, stemmati▪; vestro solam Margareta [...] debemus, quin & paternae gloriae haeres esto, Fredericum volo beatissimae memoriae, qui vigintiab hinc plus minus annis, unà cum Augustissimo (tunc temporis surgente Iulo) ad hanc Margaretae sobolem, quasi compatres, & susceptores accesserunt. O quam laeti meditamur istum natalem no­strum, diemque adeò Festum: ut muros hosce, sacro quodam Minio pinxisse videa­tur. Ecquid huic foelicitati superesse pos­sit, ut quot patris splendore semel tinctum, vestro olim foret Dibaphum; sequeris patrem jam passibus aequis. Euge Principem pretio­sum in quo omnium legimus simulacra Au­tographa, Margaretae Palladium. Frederici patris numisma aureum, & matris Corneliae ornamentum, Elizabethae dulcissimae, & in vestro cultu totam Deam confessae; cujus laudes ut hodiernum saeculum effundit, ita posteritatis eccho reparabat, cuius mascula anima jam sexu vestitur masculo Eliza­betha [Page 113] Carolo. O quam luxuriat dicendi Seges! O quam Decies repetitus placebit Carolus! Carolus, Caroli sobrinus, & Ca­roli avunculus. O [...]eatissima Carolo­rum Climax! Macte esto gradibus Caro­lina scala, ut cum pra altitudine tuâ su­premus Rex Carolus co [...]lum petat, novi sub­inde succrescant Caroli, quibus (quasi In­ternodiis) distincta ejus aeternitas usque & usque floreat, sit ipse subinde superstes Carolus non hominum (parùm Illium Ne­storis) sed Carolorum tres aetates vivunt filii sobrini utriusque Caroli.

Sic dixit. J. Cleveland.

A Salutatory Oration of the same Authour, upon the arrivall of the Most illustrious Prince Palatine.

Most Serene Prince:

If I were able to copy out the natural handsomnesse and elegant compo­sure of your body, and to deduce my Oration, as the Metaphore of beauty, [Page 114] from your person, I should so set forth your Idea with emulous praises, that you who came to behold, should then come onely to be seen and admi­red, and it would be the onely designe of St. Iohns Colledge to shew you unto your self. But since, like the Athenian Owl, I am almost blinded with those bright Sun-like rayes, I applaud my self in my own weakness; and boast my stupidity; for being placed, as it were, in the [...]eales with you (most Sacred Prince) so much as my humble faculty depres [...]eth me, so much your sublime Excellence is raised up and advanced: Hail therefore, most desired Prince, the soul of this Colledge, or rather the Colledge of al Souls. So devoted are eve­ry one of us unto you, that we rush in a united Brigade, into the respect and observance of you. Behold here the monuments of your Ancestours, great Margarets stately wals, to be en­vied of Semiramis her self: wals, I may say, of pearl, as being the structure of this famous Margaret, the mother both of Henry the leventh, and of this whole Society of us here, having at one birth brought forth as many as Hercules himself is [...]abled to have begotten at [Page 115] one time, to wit, fifty Fellows: nor do we owe [...]nto you, and unto your noble Linage Margaret alone, but we also look upon you, as the true Heir of your Fathers glory, Frederick of most happy memory, who about twenty years ago, together with the most August, the rising Iulius of his time, came, as it were Godfathers, or Vndertakers hither to this Progeny of the great Margaret; Oh how joyfully do we call to re­memberance that birth-day of ours, a day so joyfull and festivall, that it seems to have le [...]t a tincture of sa­cred Vermilion upon these wals, to this day. What more could we have desir'd to have been added to our feli­city, than that what hath once been puprled by your Fathers splendour, should be died in grain by yours, who so closely follow the track of your Fathers noble foot-steps; go on, most highly valued Prince, in whom we plainely read, naturally and lively described by your self, the resemblances of all your Ancestours at once, the Palladium of Margaret, the golden Medall of your Father Frederick, the ornaments of Cornelia-chaste Elizabeth your Mo­ther, who this day appear to us all [Page 116] Goddess, in the excellence of your form and vertues; and whose praises, as the present age is fill'd with, so the eccho of Poster [...] ty will ever repeat, whose ma­sculine soul is now invested with a ma­sculine Sex, Elizabeth with the mascu­line Charles; Oh how many new oc­casions still croud upon my discourse, to make it swell into a vast bulk? how gratefull is the name of Charles, though ten times repeated? Charles the Cozen of Charles, and the Unkle of Charles. Oh happy Climax of Charles's! Let this Caroline scale be an increase of your Honour many degrees, that when our King Charles, at the very top of it, shall touch Heaven for height, there may hyet spring up new Charles's, by which his eternity distinguisht (as it were by In­ternodes) may never cease to flourish, and may Charles himself, in the mean while survive, not three ages of men (for we regard not Nestors Ilium) but three lives of Charles's, the posterity of both Cozen-German [...], and long may they also live.

Ejusdem Oratio in Scholis Publicis habita cùm Patris Officio funge­retur. Cantab.

QVàm equivocum sit nomen Patris, quota, & quàm discolor officii ratio, si non aliundè, ab hâc variâ frequentiâ (se­veriores viri & lepidssima Proles) possem dignoscere; si enim ad singula Auditiorum ingenia quilshet Orator componendus sit, it a ut cum senibus Tussiat, rideat cum Pueris, Quid ergò Hominis? Quale futurus sum Monstrum? Gravitate & nucibus Patre & Puero interpunctum. Quod in Dispartitâ, Aquilâque expansâ fieri videmus unum corpus duplicem ostentare faciem, eadem est nostra ergò vos & Fil [...]os Bifrons conditio. Hos cùm aspicio sum Senex Aquila, Pul­los meos ad vestrum Iubar exportatura; ubi vos è contrà, nescio quo modo, & ipse in Pullum redeo, & (ad instar Aquilae) Iuven­tam renovo. Duae igitur Dramatis Perso­nae sustinendae sunt, Vestrâ in scaenâ acturus sum Filium, in vestrâ Patrem, alterum genu flexum, alterum stabit Elephantinum. Oscil­latione quod aiunt superam modò, modò infi­mam occupato partem, partim Puer, partim Senex, qualis Aeson, ille in Ahaeno Medeae se­micoctus. [Page 118] Et quae quidem aptior via inve­niri potest quam per ferulam ad fasces? per Filii scabellum, ad Culmen Patris assurge­re? serviendum ut Imperes, Aulicorum me­thodus: A vitulo ad Bovem Milonis pro­gressus, Vobis igitur (viri Gravissimi) pri­mitiae nostrae sunt consecrandae, quos s [...] nullo, vel (quod perinde est) translato honore per­sequar, non dico causam quin Filii mei im­probitate erga me pari, injuriam vestram ulciscantur. Neque tamen interea nosci­mus quali vos compellarem nomine, Quorum Erudii [...]o scribit Academiae Maritos, Ob­sequium malit Filios. Perplexus fuit & Tortuosus ille incesti nodus, quem de Oedi­po suo fabulatur Graecia; Major Maeander unusquisque vestrum, quorum cum Erudi­tione Acadëmia Ma [...]er Gravida fuit, & quotannis parturiat; Quorum praeceptis & exemplari vir [...]e, quam Tenella Pubes (quasi Binis Uberibus) lactatur indies. Non Oedipus majori cum Aenigmate sceleratus, quam quilibet vestrum suis: Matris Ma­ritus, uxoris Filius, & Fratrum Pater: Ne­que hic sistat Divina vestra Indoles, enjus vel pictura est satis prolifi [...]a, siquidem Al­ma Mater ubi concipiat vestram speciem ob oculos ponit, vestrum instar repraesentat A­nimos, ut masculam magis excultam eni­tatur sobolem, Illi, Illi estis, quibus si [Page 119] antè invent as liter as contigisset vixisse, Ima­gines vestras ab Aegyptiis expressas, hodiè pro Artibus, & scientiis legeremus. Non ego sequax erroris Illius qui nihil egregium ducit, nisi quod vetustum: qui praesentia fastidit Tempora, & hesterno jure Panem atrum devorat, Senescat (s [...] Di [...]s placet) Natura; Majoribus Nostris dedit Anima­rum Iugera, nobis spithamas: Gigantes Illi, Nos Pusiones: Degene [...]es Animae, & verè Minores in hac opinione: Lucrifecit haec aetas, non decoxit, Illi quidem literarum Atavi, sed quota est Familia? cujus Pri­mus fuit Illud quod dicere Nolo, secundus Quod nequeo. Humilis principii nobilis progressus. Habeant quod suum est Anti­qui, sed ne in solidum fiant Domini, suas sibi laudes vindicent, sed vestras vobis nè acci­piant, Quorum ego meritis tantum confido, ut veterum ficut ego canitiem veneror, sic misereor impotentiam, Ructarunt illi Glan­des, vestrum est Triticum. Calceati eorum denies & victus asper; vestrae Dapes, & inge­ni [...] gulae, quibus quod retro est soeculum stra­vit tantum mensas, erit a quadris ficturum. Clari Convivae quibus obsonantur Antiqui, ministrant Posteri! sed qu [...]m effrons Ego, & Devorati pudoris, qui dum vestra molior en­comia orationem meam tantae f [...]licitatis Com­mensalem reddam. Liceat tamen peccare (a [...] ­ditores) ut Ignoscatis: purpura elotis maculis, [Page 120] iterat [...]â injuriâ gloriabor de culpâ à vob [...]s remissâ, magis quam de Innocentiâ. Iulius Sabinus quum a Romae Imperio defecisset, fusis jam copiis & afflictis Rebus; in Mo­numentum quoddam se abdidisse dicitur, ubi cum uxore tamdiu latuerit, ut plures filios ex ea suciperet: Tandem verò deprehensus, & pro Tribunali positus, Filios suos in me­dium sistens, sic affatur Iudicem, Parce, Parce, Caesar: Hos in Monumento genu [...]. Hosce alui, ut Tibi plures essemus supplices! vestram fidem (Auditores) quicquamnè uspiam dictum Rotundius! O vanas spes tuas Cicero: Frustrà susceptos labores! O cogitationes inanes Tuas! Tinnis Tinnis prae Hô [...] Oratorum Maximo; Qui si cum uxore tuâ Rhetoricâ tamdiu in Musaeo clu­sus esses, quam ille in Monumento, nun­quam Orationem hujus parem genuisses. Gra [...]ias Tibi (Sabine) de hâc excusatione meâ, qui cum necesse sit ut delinquam, habeo tamen deprecandi Formulam: Habeo Filios Quos ostendam, Hanc circumstantem Rhe­toricam; Magna, Magna est Infantum Eloquentia qui eo plus exorant quo minus loquantur. Suorum ilicet tacendi in praesens utar, neq [...]e dubito quin plus favoris deme­rear silentio quàm ulteriori taedio.

Six Dixit J. Cleaveland.

An Oration spoken by the same Au­thour in the publike Schools, when he took upon him the office of Fa­ther.

HOw equivocall the name of Fa­ther is, what and how various the reason of the paternall office, if by no other means beside (Grave Bench of Seniority, and your more frolick Off-spring) yet from this mixt co [...] ­course of Auditours, I might be ena­bled to judge; for if every Ora [...]our should be driven to frame his behavi­our according to the humour and ca­pacity of all sorts of Hearers, so as to cough with old men, to laugh with boyes, what kinde of man would this dexterity require, or indeed what kind of monster must he be, interpointed with graviy and whirlegigs, with Fa­ther and Children; that which we see happens in the divided, or double-spred Eagle, where one body presents to view two faces, the same is our double- fronted condition towards hyou, Grave Seniours, and toward these my Sons, [Page 122] these, when I behold, I am the old Ea­gle, and going about to expose my young ones to the test of your pier [...]ing rayes; when your selves, on the other side I look upon, I also my self, I know not how, return into a Chicken, and, like a true Eagle, renew my youth. In this Comedy therefore, I am to take upon me two persons, in your Scene I must act the Son, in yours the Father; the one with a bended knee, the other stiff as an Elephant: I fancie my self at the tottering game cal [...]'d Oscillation, where sometimes I possesse the upper part, sometimes the lower; partly a childe, partly an old man, like that fa­mous Aeson of old, half boil'd in the cauldron of Medea; and what fitter way can there be found out, than by the rod of correction, to arrive at the staff of authority; by the low settle of a Son, to come to the reverend chair of a Father. We must serve, that we may obey; it is the rule of Courtiers: and, according to Milo's practice, the way to come up to an Oxe, is to begin at a Calf. To you therefore, most Reve­rend Sages, our first fruits are to be consecrated: but in case I shall be thought to accost you with none, or, [Page 123] which is as bad, with borrowed honor: I see no reason, but my Sons may, with the like disobedience toward me, re­venge your injury; nor do I yet know in the mean time, by what title to salute you, whose learning may stile you the Husbands of the University, whose o­bedience may rather make you pass for her Sons. Intricate and perplext was that incestuous riddle, which Greece reports of her son Oedipus; but every one of you are a more involved Meander; with your learning, our Mo­ther [...] University impregnated, brings forth every year, by your precepts and exemplary vertue, as it were by two teats, the tender babes are suckled eve­ry day; so that Oedipus himself was never branded with a more mysterious incest, than each of you are guilty of, being the Husband of your Mother, the Son of your Wife, and the Father of your brethren, nor do your Divine fan­cies rest here, your very Pourtraitures being apt enough for generation, for as our sacred Mother when she conceives, puts some of your Idea's before her eyes, and hath a representation of Souls like unto you, that she may bring forth a Masculine and perfect off-spring, such [Page 124] and so Authentick you are, that if you had chanc't to live before Letters were invented, your pictures express' as Hieroglyphicks by the Egyptians might have been read at this day instead of Arts and Sciences, I am not addicted to that vulgar errour, of those that esteem nothing of any moment unlesse what is ancient, such loath the present time, and in favour of yesterday feed upon course bread; Nature so sooth must grow old, to our ancestors she gave acres of Soul, to us but spans, they were Gy­ants, we but Dwarfs; how degenerous, and truely little Souls have they that persist in this opinion; the later ages have gain'd, and not become bankrupt, those indeed were the great Grand-fa­thers of Letters, but how many families are there, the first of which were, I will not tell what, the second I cannot tell what; a mean beginning hath oft­times a fair and happy progresse; let the Ancients have attributed to them what is their due, but let them not be altogether Deified, they may challenge to themselves their deserved praises, but must not defraud you of yours; so much respect I bear to the Ancients, that I both reverence their gray hairs, and pi­ty [Page 125] their decayes; they be [...]ch forth A­corns, but to you belongs the Wheat, their teeth were Hobnail'd, and their fare course, but to you belong the de­licates, and the luxury of wit, to you the past ages, cover the table, and the fu­ture times attend with Trenchers, hap­py guests as you are, whom Antiquity feasts, and posterity waites upon at Ta­ble: but how frontlesse am I, and as it were eaten out of shame, who while I attempt your Praises make my own Oration a fellow-commoner of so much felicity, yet perhaps it may be allow­able to let slip some offences, that you (gentle Auditours) may have what to pardon; the spots being once washt away out of my skarlet, and the Grain renwed, I shall glory more in that fault which you shall think worthy to be re­mitted, then in having been altogether innocent. Iulius Sabinus having re­volted from the Roman Empire, when he had been overthrown in battel, and re­d [...]c't to the utmost extremi [...]y he is said to have shut himself up in an old Moun­ment, where together with his w [...]fe he lay hid for divers years, and during that time had begotten a great company of Children; but at last being dis [...]vered [Page 126] and brought before the judgement seat he plac't his Sons before him, and addressing himself to the Soveraigne Judge, Spare me, said he, spare me great Caesar, these Sons have I begot in the Monument, and I have brought them up carefully, to the end that we might come the greater number of suppliants before you; to you (curteous Audi­tours) I appeal, what could there have been said more effectual then this; Vain were thy hopes, O Cicero; In vain thy great pains bestowed, or were thy soaring phansies any thing but flashes, thou wert but low, and flat in respect of this most excellent of Oratours; nor, hadst thou been shut up in thy Musaeum with Rhetorick thy wife, couldst thou ever have begot Orations like to his. I render thee thanks, O Sabinus, for this my excuse, who since I could not but prove peccant, have yet by this means met with so handsome a president of begging favour. I have also my Sons to shew, this croud of Rhetorick that stands about me; Great, Great is the e­loquence of Children, who so much the more prevail, by how much the lesse they speak; their example therefore for the present I shall follow, and doubt not [Page 127] but I shall better deserve by being silent, then by the tediousnesse of my proceed­ing forward.

J. Cleavel [...]d.
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COurteous Reader, by reason of my so far [...]e distance of place, some few Errata's (too usuall in printing) have escap't in the Latin Copies, the Judicious that rightly knew our learned Authour, will not impute such common Errours▪ incident to the Presse, to him, and therefore I have not thought them worthy of taking notice of. There are some other faults in the English, p. 12. r. for little Gentle-woman, littel Gentle-man. Other mistakes correct with thy more fa­vourable judgement, Farewell.

E. W.

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