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.

The Rebel Scot.

HOw! Providence! and yet a Scottish Crew! Then Madam Nature wears black Patches too, What shall our Nation be in bondage thus Unto a Land that truckles under us? Ring the Bells backward; I am all on fire, Not all the Buckets in a Country-Quire Shall quench my rage. A Poet should be fear'd When angry, like a Comet's flaming Beard. And where's the Stoick can his wrath appease To see his Country sick of Pym's disease; By Scotch Invasion to be made a prey To such Pig-Widgin Myrmidons as they? But that there's Charm in Verse, I would not quote The Name of Scot without an Antidote; Unless my head were red, that I might brew Invention there that might be poyson too. Were I a drowzy Judge, whose dismal Note Disgorgeth Halters, as a Jugler's throat Doth Ribbands? Could I in Sir Empericks tone Speak Pills in phrase and quack destruction,

Aut ut Genevae stentores Perilleis Tartara & equuleos boare Pulpitis, At machinauti par forem nunquam Scoto Cunctis Sclopetis hisce gutturalibus. Vt digna Dii duint, vorem par est prius, Praestigator ut sicas & acinaces.

Huc, huc, Iambe, gressibus faxo tuis, At huc, Iambe morsibus faxo magis, Satyraeque tortrices tot huc adducite Flagella, quot praesens meretur seculum. Scoti Veneficis pares; audax stylum Horum cruore tinge, sic nocent minus; Vt Martyres olim induebant belluis (Quasi sisterent Rogis sacros bypocritas) En hos eodem Schemate, aut retro, Scotos, Extra Scotos, intus Feras, & sine tropo. Fallax Jerna viperae ••ihil foves Scoto Colono? Non ego Britanniam Lupis carentem dixerim, vivo Scoto. Quin Thamesinus Pyrgopolinices Scotus Poterat Leones, Tigrides, Vrsos, Canes Proprii Inquilinos pectoris spectaeulo Monstrasse, pro obolis omnibus quibus sol••t Spectare Monstra Cratis; & Forisimul

Or roar like Marshal that Geneva Bull, Hell and Damnation a Pulpit full. Yet to express a Scot, to play that prize, Not all those Mouth-Granados can suffice. Before a Scot can properly be curst, I must like Hocus, swallow Daggers first.

Come keen Iambicks with your Badgers feet, And Badger-like bite till your Teeth do meet: Help ye tart Satyrists to imp my rage With all the Scorpions that should whip this Age. Scots are like Witches; do but whet your Pen, Scratch till the blood come, they'l not hurt you then. Now as the Martyrs were enforc'd to take The shapes of Beasts, like Hypocrites at stake I'll bait my Scot so, yet not cheat your eyes; A Scot, within a Beast, is no Disguise. No more let Ireland brag, her harmless Nation Fosters no Venom since that Scot's Plantation: Nor can our feign'd Antiquity obtain; Since they came in, England hath Wolves again. The Scot that kept the Tower might have shown Within the Grate of his own Breast alone, The Leopard and the Panther, and ingross'd What all those wild Collegiats had cost.

Pene ocreatum vulgus. Et patria Feras Scotos, eremum indicat terrae plaga. Vel omnipraesentem negans Deum, nisi Venisset inde Carolus, cohors nisi Crafordiana, miles & Montrosseus, Feritatis eluens notam paganicae, Hanc praesti••isset semivictimam Deo. Nec Scoticus est totus Leopardus, Leo, Habent & Aram, sicut Arcam foederis, Velut Tabellae bifidis pictae plicis Fert Angelos pars haec, & haec Cacodaemonas. Cui somniante Tartarum suasit pavor Sic poenitere, viderat regnum velim Nigrius Scotorum semel, & esset innocens. Regio malignâ quae facit votum prece, Relegetur ad Gyaros breves nunquam Incola! Punisset ubi Cainum Nec exilio Deus, Sed, ut ille trechedipnum, magis domicoenio. Vt Gens vagans recutita, vel Contagium, Aut Beelzebub, si des Vbiquitarium. Hinc erro fit semper Scotus, certos locos, Et hos, & illos quoslibet cilò nauseans. Vt frusta divisi Orbis & Topographicae Mendicitatis offulas, curtas nimis. Ipse Vniversitatis haeres integrae, Et totus in toto, Natio Epidemica.

The honest high-shoes in their termly Fees, First to the Salvage Lawyer, next to these. Nature her self doth Scotchmen Beasts confess, Making their Country such a Wilderness; A Land that brings in question and suspence God's Omnipresence, but that Charles came thence; But that Montross and Crawford's Loyal Band Atton'd their Sin, and Christned half their Land. Nor is it all the Nation hath these Spots, There is a Church as well as Kirk of Scots. As in a Picture where the squinting paint Shews Fiend on this side, and on that side Saint. He that saw Hell in's melancholy Dream, And in the Twy-light of his Phancie's Theme Scar'd from his Sins, repented in a fright, Had he view'd Scotland had turn'd Proselite. A Land where one may pray with curst intent, O may they never suffer Banishment! Had Cain been Scot, God would have chang'd his Doom, Not forc'd him wander but confin'd him home; Like Iews they spread, and as Infection fly, As if the Devil had Ubiquity. Hence 'tis they live at Rovers and defie This, or that place, Rags of Geography. They'r Citizens oth' World, they'r all in all, Scotland's a Nation Epidemical;

Nec gliscet ergo jargonare Gallicè, Exoticis aut Indicis m••dis, neque Iberio nutu negare, nec studet Callere quem de Belgicis Hoghen Moghen Venter tumens, aut barba Canthari r••fert (Quae coriatis una mens Nostratibus) Pugna est in animo, atque in patinâ Scoto; Huic Struthioni suggeret cybum Chalybs Et denti-ductor appetitus baltheo, Pro more pendulos molares inserit. At interim nostras quid involant dapes? Serpens Edenum, non Edenburgum appetit, Aut Angliae, cuijam malum est Haemorrhois, Haematopotas bos posteris meatibus Natura medica supposuit hirudines, Cruore satiendas licet nostro prius, Nostro, sed & cruore moribundas quoque. Nec computo credant priori, nos item Novum addituros, servitutem p••istinae Aliam, gemellam nuperae, fraterculos Palpare, quando coeperant (charos nimis) Suffragiorum scilicet Poppysmata, Et crustulam impertire, velut offam Cerbero Subblandiens decreverat Senatulus. Nos aera loculis? arma visceribus prius Indemus, usque & usque, vel capulo tenus.

And yet they ramble not to learn the Mode, How to be drest, or how to lisp abroad; To return knowing in the Spanish Shrug, Or which of the Dutch States a double Jug Resembles most in belly, or in beard, (The Card by which the Mariners are steer'd) No, the Scots Errant fight, and fight to eat, Their Ostrich Stomachs make their Swords their Meat. Nature with Scots as Tooth-drawers hath dealt, Who use to string their Teeth upon their Belt. Yet wonder not at this their happy choice, The Serpent's fatal still to Paradise. Sure England hath the Hemorrhoids, and these On the North-postern of the Patient seize, Like Leeches; thus they Physically thirst After our blood, but in the Cure shall burst.

Let them not think to make us run oth' score To purchase Villenage, as once before When an Act past to stroak them on the Head; Call them good Subjects, buy them Ginger-bread.

Not Gold, nor Acts of Grace, 'tis Steel must tame The stubborn Scot, a Prince that would reclaim

Seri videmus quo Scotum tractes modo. Princeps Rebelli mitior tergo, quasi Sellas equino detrahens, aptat suo. At jus rapinas has defendit vetus? Egyptus ista perdit, aufert Israel An Bibliorum nescis hos Satellites Praetorianis queis Cohortibus (novae Hierusalem triariis) Spes nititur Sororcularum? Cardo, Cardo vertitur Cupediarum, primitiva Legis? O bone Deus! quanti est carere linteis! Orexis ut Borealis & fames movet! Victuque, Vestibusque cassi, hinc Knoxio Sutore simul & Knoxio utuntur Coquo, Piè quod algeant, quod esuriant piè. Larvas quin usque detrahas, & nummulis Titulisque, ut animabus, subest fallacia. Librae & Barones (detumescant interim Vocabulorum tympana) quanti valent! Hic Cantianum pene, pene villicum, Solidosque totos illa, sed gratis, duos. Apage superbae frauduléntiae simul Prosapia pictos, fide & pictos, procul: Opprobrium Poetico vel stigmati, Etiam Cruci Crux; non aliter Hyperbolus Hyperscelestus Ostracismo fit pudo••.

Rebels by yielding, doth like him, or worse, Who sadled his own back to shame his Horse.

Was it for this you left your leaner Soil, Thus to lard Israel with Egypt's Spoyl. They are the Gospel's Life-guard; but for them (The Garrison of New Ierusalem) What would the Brethren do? The Cause! The Cause! Sack-Possets, and the Fundamental Laws?

Lord! what a godly thing is want of Shirts! How a Scotch Stomach and no Meat converts! They wanted Food and Rayment; so they took Religion for their Seamstress, and their Cook. Unmask them well, their Honours and Estate, As well as Conscience, are sophisticate. Shrive but their Title and their Moneys poize, A Laird and twenty pence pronounc'd with noise, When constru'd but for a plain Yeoman go, And a good sober two pence, and well so. Hence then you proud Impostors, get you gone, You Picts in Gentry and Devotion. You Scandal to the Stock of Verse, a Race Able to bring the Gibbet in disgrace. Hyperbolus by suffering did traduce The Ostracism, and sham'd it out of use.

Americanus ille qui coelum horruit, Quod Hispanorum repat eò sed pars quota! Viderat in Orco si Scotos (hui tot Scotos!) Roterodamus pependerat medioximus. Sat Musa! semissa fercularia Medullitus vorans, Diabolis invides Propriam sibi suam Scoti, paropsideus Vt Berniclis enim Scoti; sic Lucifer Saturatur ipsis Berniclatioribus. Nam lapsus a furcà Scotus, mox & styge Tinctus, suum novatur in Plant-Anserem.

The Indian that Heaven did forswear, Because he heard some Spaniards were there; Had he but known what Scots in Hell had been, He would Erasmus-like have hung between. My Muse hath done. A Voyder for the nonce, I wrong the Devil should I pick their Bones; That Dish is his; for when the Scots decease, Hell like their Nation, feeds on Barnacles. A Scot when from the Gallow-tree got loose Drops into Styx, and turns a Soland Goose.