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 one that preach't in a Cloak.

SAw you the Cloak at Church to day, The long worne short Cloak lin'd with Say? What had the man no Gown to wear? Or was this sent him from the Mayor? Or is't the Cloak which Nixon brought To trim the Tub, where Golledge taught? Or can this best conceal his lips, And shew Communion-sitting hips? Or was the Cloak St. Paul's; if so, With it he found the Parchments too; Yes, verily, for he hath been With mine Host Gajus, at the new Inne; A Gown (God blesse us) trailes oth' floor, Like th' Petticoat oth' Scarlet whor••, Whose large stiffe plea••s, he dare confide, Are ribs from Antichrists own side; A mourning cope if it look to th' East, Is the black surplice of the beast.