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.
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- 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.
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- Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.
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- London :: Printed for Robert Harford ...,
- 1677.
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- Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.
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"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 9, 2024.
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Page 18
And he that for their colour seeks
May see it vaulting to her Cheeks:
Where Roses mix; no Civil War
Divides her York and Lancaster.
The Marygold (whose Courtier's face
Ecchoes the Sun, and doth unlace
Her at his rise, at his full stop
Packs and shuts up her gawdy Shop)
Mist••kes her Cue, and doth display:
Thus Phillis antedates the day.
These Miracles had cramp'd the Sun,
Who fearing that his Kingdom's won,
Powders with Light his frizled Locks
To see what Saint his Lustre mocks.
The trembling Leaves through which he play'd,
Dappling the Walk with light and shade,
Like Lattice-windows give the Spye
Room but to peep with half an eye;
L••st her full Orb his sight should dim,
And bid us all good night in him;
Till she should spend a gentle ray
To force us a new fashion'd day.
But what religious Palsie's this,
Which makes the Bows devest their bliss,
And that they might her footstep, straw,
Drop their Leaves with shivering awe?
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Phillis perceiv'd, and (lest her stay
Should wed October unto May,
And as her Beauty caus'd a Spring,
Devotion might an Autumn bring)
Withdrew her Beams, yet made no Night,
But left the Sun her Curate-light.