The works of Mr. John Cleveland containing his poems, orations, epistles, collected into one volume, with the life of the author.

The General Eclipse.

LAdies that gild the glittering Noon, And by Reflection mend his Ray, Whose Beauty makes the sprightly Sun To dance, as upon Easter-day; What are you, now the Queen's away?

Courageous Eagles, who have whet Your Eyes upon Majestick Light, And thence deriv'd such Martial heat, That still your Looks maintain the Fight; What are you, since the King's Good-night?

Cavalier-buds, whom Nature teems, As a Reserve for England's Throne, Spirits whose double edge redeems The last Age, and adorns your own; What are you, now the Prince is gone?

As an obstructed Fountain's head Cuts the Intail off from the Streams, And Brooks are disinherited; Honour and Beauty are mere Dreams, Since Charles and Mary lost their Beams.

Criminal Valors! who commit Your Gallantry, whose Poean brings A Psalm of Mercy after it; In this sad Solstice of the King's, Your Victory hath mew'd her wings.

See how your Souldier wears his Cage Of Iron, like the Captive Turk, And as the Guerdon of his Rage! See how your glimmering Peers do lurk, Or at the best work Journey-work!

Thus 'tis a General Eclipse, And the whole World is al-a-mort; Only the House of Commons trips The Stage in a Triumphant sort, Now e'en Iohn Lilburn take 'em for't.