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 17, 2024.
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Nay your Religion, which doth grant
A Worship due to you my Saint,
Yet counts it that Devotion wrong,
That does it in the Vulgar Tongue.
My ruder words would give offence
To such an hallow'd Excellence;
As th' English Dialect would vary
The Goodness of an Ave Mary.
How can I speak that twice am check'd
By this, and that Religious Sect?
Still dumb, and in your Face I spy
Still Cause, and still Divinity.
As soon as blest with your Salute,
My Manners taught me to be mute,
Lest I should cancel all the Bliss
You sign'd with so divine a Kiss.
The Lips you seal must needs consent
Unto the Tongue's Imprisonment.
My Tongue in hold, my Voyce doth rise
With a strange Ela to my eyes.
Where it gets Bail, and in that sense
Begins a new found Eloquence.
Oh listen with attentive sight
To what my prating eyes indite!
Or, Lady, since 'tis in your choice
To give, or to suspend my Voyce,
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With the same Key set ope the Door
Wherewith you lock'd it fast before.
Kiss once again, and when you thus
Have doubly been Miraculous.
My Muse shall write with Handmaid Duty
The Golden Legend of your Beauty.
He whom his Dumbness now confines
Intends to speak the rest by Signs.