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

An Epitaph.

STay, Gentle Reader, and shed o'er Those sacred Ashes one Tear more. These sad Accents cloathed in black, Mourn him whom Church and State do lack, And this weeping Marble Stone Doth invite a parting Groan. Here lies within this stony Shade Natures Darling, whom she made Her fairest Model, her brief Story, In him heaping all her Glory.

Here lies one whom times of Old, Among their Wonders had inroll'd, Whose set Beams might well aspire, Kindled by Poetick Fire, Unto a starry Light, and there For a Grave adorn a Sphere; 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 speechless, to be dumb Is our best Epicedium.