Clievelandi Vindiciæ, or, Clieveland's genuine poems, orations, epistles, &c. purged from the many false and spurious ones which had usurped his name, and from innumerable errours and corruptions in the true copies : to which are added many never printed before, with an account of the author's life.
About this Item
- Title
- Clievelandi Vindiciæ, or, Clieveland's genuine poems, orations, epistles, &c. purged from the many false and spurious ones which had usurped his name, and from innumerable errours and corruptions in the true copies : to which are added many never printed before, with an account of the author's life.
- Author
- Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Robert Harford ...,
- 1677.
- Rights/Permissions
-
To the extent possible under law, the Text Creation Partnership has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to this keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above, according to the terms of the CC0 1.0 Public Domain Dedication (http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/). This waiver does not extend to any page images or other supplementary files associated with this work, which may be protected by copyright or other license restrictions. Please go to http://www.textcreationpartnership.org/ for more information.
- Subject terms
- Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.
- Link to this Item
-
http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33433.0001.001
- Cite this Item
-
"Clievelandi Vindiciæ, or, Clieveland's genuine poems, orations, epistles, &c. purged from the many false and spurious ones which had usurped his name, and from innumerable errours and corruptions in the true copies : to which are added many never printed before, with an account of the author's life." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33433.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.
Pages
Page 29
That Name hath tipp'd his Horns; see on his Knees
A health to Hans-in-kelder Hercules:
Nay Sublunary Cuckolds are content
To entertain their Fate with Complement;
And shall not he be proud whom Randolph daigns
To quarter with his Muse both Arms and Brains?
Gramercie Gossip; I rejoyce to see
Th' hast got a Leap of such a Barbary.
Talk not of Horns, Horns are the Poet's Crest;
For since the Muses left their former Nest
To found a Nunnery in Randolph's Quill,
Cuckold Parnassus is a Forked Hill.
But stay, I've wak'd his D••st, his Marble stirs,
And brings the Worms for his Compurgators.
Can Ghost have natural Sons? Say Og▪ is't meet
Penance bear Date after the Winding-sheet?
Were it a Phenyx (as the double kind
May seem to prove, being there's two combin'd)
I would disclaim my Right, and that it were
The Lawful Issue of his Ashes swear.
But was he dead? Did not his Soul translate
Her self into a Shop of lesser rate;
Or break up House, like an expensive Lord,
That gives his Purse a Sob, and lives at Board?
Let old Pythagoras but play the Pimp,
And still there's hopes 'tmay prove his Bastard Imp.
Page 30
But I'm prophane; for grant the World had one
With whom he might contract an Union;
They two were one, yet like an Eagle spread,
Ith' Body joyn'd, but parted in the Head.
For you, my Brat, that pose the Porph'ry Chair,
Pope Iohn, or Ioan, or whatsoe're you are,
You are a Nephew, grieve not at your state;
For all the World is Illegitimate.
Man cannot get a Man, unless the Sun
Club to the Act of Generation.
The Sun and Man get Man, thus Tom and I
Are the joynt Fathers of my Poetry;
For since, blest Shade, thy Verse is Male, but mine
Oth' weaker Sex, a Phancy Feminine;
We'l part the Child, and yet commit no slaughter,
So shall it be thy Son, and yet my Daughter.