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.

To Julia to expedite her Promise.

SInce 'tis my Doom, Love's Undershrieve, Why this Reprieve? Why doth my She A-dvowson fly Incumbency?

Panting Expectance makes us prove The Anticks of benighted Love, And wither'd Mates when Wedlock joyns, They'r Hymen's Monkies, which he ties by th' Loins, To play alas! but at rebated Foins.

To sell thy self dost thou intend By Candle's-end, And hold the Contract thus in doubt Life's Taper out?

Think but how soon the Market fails, Your Sex lives faster than the Males; As if to measure Ages span, The sober Iulian were th' Account of Man, Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian.

Now since you bear a Date so short, Live double sor't. How can thy Fortress ever stand, If't be not Man'd? The Siege so gains upon the Place, Thoul't find the Trenches in thy Face. Pity thy self then, if not me, And hold not out, lest like Ostend thou be, Nothing but Rubbish at Delivery.

The Candidates of Peter's Chair Must plead gray hair, And use the Simony of a Cough To help them off; But when I wooe thus old and spent, I'le wed by Will and Testament▪ No; let us Love while crisp'd and curl'd; The greatest Honors on the aged hurl'd Are but gay Furlows for another World.

To morrow what thou tendrest me Is Legacy. Not one of all those ravenous hours But thee devours: And though thou still recruited be, Like Pelops, with soft Ivory; Though thou consume but to renew, Yet Love, as Lord, doth claim a Heriot due; That's the best quick thing I can find of you. I feel thou art consenting ripe By that soft gripe, And those regealing Crystal Spheres. I hold thy Tears Pledges of more distilling Sweets, Than the Bath that ushers in the Sheets. Else pious Iulia, Angel-wise, Moves the Bethesda of her trickling Eyes To cure the Spittle-World of Maladies.