Vpon Mr. Cleveland.
IS Cleveland dead? and will not the whole Quire
Of Muses mourn, and put on black attire?
Nay, their great God Apollo shold me thinks
Wear Sable too, and dart his Rays through Chinks.
Is Cleveland gone? Sure in this long-North-wind
Some Scottish Witch convey'd her Imps to find
Him out, and in revenge made League with Death
To murther him so soon, and stop his breath:
Yet had his Body match'd his Wit in might,
He had in pure clear strength put both to flight.
One thing I do admire, we have no more
Of that large stock the Stars gave him in store;
VVhich could he have bequeath'd by Legacy,
It equall'd had Saint Mark's rich Tresury.
But my hopes are, that he hath left behind
Some Posthume Pieces to enrich mankind,