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.

Upon Sir Thomas Martin who sub∣scribed a Warrant thus, We the Knights and Gentlemen of the Committee, when there was no Knight but himself.

HAng out a Flag and gather pence a piece. Which Africk never bred, nor swelling Greece With Stories Tympany; a Beast so rare, No Lecturer's wrought Cap, or Barthol'mew Fair Can match him, Nature's Whimsey that outvies Tredescant and his Ark of Novelties; The Gog and Magog of Prodigious Sights; With reverence to your eyes, Sir Thomas Knights. But is this Bigamy of Titles due? Are you Sir Thomas and Sir Martin too? Issachar couchant'twixt a brace of Sirs, Thou Knighthood in a pair of Panniers. Thou that look'st wrap'd up in thy warlike-leather▪ Like Valentine and Orson bound together.

Spur's Representative, thou that art able To be a Voyder to King Arthur's Table; Who in this Sacrilegious Mass of all, It seems, has swallow'd Winsor's Hospital. Pair Royal, headed Cerberus his Cosin; Hercules Labors were a Baker's dozen, Had he but trump'd on thee, whose forked neck Might well have answer'd at the Font for Smec. But can a Knighthood on a Knighthood ly? Metal on Metal is false Heraldry. And yet the known Godfry of Bouloign's Coat Shines in Exception to the Herald's Vote. Great Spirits move not by Pedantick Laws, Their Actions, though Eccentrick, state the Cause. And Priscian bleeds with honour. Caesar thus Subscrib'd two Consuls with one Iulius. Tom never oaded-Squire, scarce Yeoman high, Is Tom twice dipp'd; Knight of a double die? Fond man, whose Fate is in his Name betray'd, It is the setting Sun doubles his shade: But it's no matter; for amphibious he May have a Knight hang'd, yet Sir Tom go free.