J. Cleaveland revived poems, orations, epistles, and other of his genuine incomparable pieces never before publisht : with some other exquisite remains of the most eminent wits ... that were his contemporaries.

Vpon Wood of Kent.

SIr, much good do't ye, were your table but Pie-crust or cheese, you might your stomack shut, After your slice of beef, what dare you trie Your force on an ell-square of pudding-pie? Perhaps't may be a taste, three such as you Unbreakfasted, might serve Seraglio. When Hanibal scal'd th' Alps, hadst thou been there, Thy beef had drunk up all his vineger: Well mightst thou be of Guard to Henry th' Eighth, Since thou canst like a pigeon eat thy weight: Full wise was Nature, that would not bestow These tusks of thine into a double row; What womb could e're contain thee, thou canst shut A pond or Aviary in a gut. Had not thy mother born thee toothlesse, thou Hadst eaten, viper-like, a passage through;

Had he that wish'd the Cranes long neck to eat, Put in thy stomack too, 't had been compleat. Thou Noahs Ark, dead Sea, thou Golgotha, Monster, beyond all them of Africa! Beasts prey on beasts, fishes to fishes fall, Great birds seed on the lesser, thou on all: Hath there been no mistake, why may't not be, When Curtius leapt the gulf, 'twas into thee. Now wee'll beleeve that man of Chica could Make pills of arrows, and the boy that would Chew onely stones, nor can we think it vain, That Doranetho eat up th' neighbouring plain. Poor Crisicthon, that could onely feast On one poor Girl, in several dishes drest; Thou hast devour'd as many sheep, as may Cloath all the pastures in Arcadia; Yet, O how temperate, that ne're goes on So far, as to approach repletion. Thou breathing Cau••dron, whose digestive heat Might boil the whole provision of the Fleet; Say grace as long as meals, and if thou please, Break fast with Islands, and drink healths with Seas.