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.

Mark Anthony.

WHen as the Nightingale chanted her Vespers, And the wild Forrester couch'd on the ground; Venus invited me in th' Evening Whispers Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd; Where she before had sent My Wishes Complement, Unto my Heart's content Play'd with me on the Green; Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Egyptian Queen.

First on her cherry Cheeks I mine Eyes feasted, Thence fear of Surfeiting made me retire; Next on her warmer Lips, which when I tasted My duller Spirits made me active as fire; Then we began to dart, Each at another's Heart, Arrows that knew no smart; Sweet Lips and Smiles between. Never Mark, &c.

Wanting a Glass to plate her Amber Tresses, Which like a Bracelet rich decked mine Arm, Gawdier than Iuno wears, when as she Graces Iove with Embraces more stately, than warm; Then did she peep in mine Eyes humour Chrystalline I in her Eyes was seen, As if we one had been. Never Mark, &c.

Mystical Grammar of Amorous Glances; Feeling of Pulses, the Physick of Love, Rhetorical Courtings and Musical Dances, Numbring of Kisses Arithmetick prove Eyes, like Astronomy, Straight-limb'd Geometry In her Art's Ingeny, Our Wits were sharp and ke••n. Never Mark Anthony Dallied more wantonly With the fair Egyptian Queen,