John Cleveland Poems
|1.||On The Memory Of Mr. Edward King, Drown'D In The Irish Seas||1/1/2004|
|2.||Upon Phillis Walking In A Morning Before Sun-Rising||4/10/2010|
|3.||The Scots Apostasie||4/10/2010|
|4.||Fuscara, Or The Bee Errant ( Excerpt)||1/1/2004|
|5.||The Rebel Scot||4/10/2010|
|6.||An Elegy On Ben Jonson||4/10/2010|
Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers,
And the wild forester couched on the ground,
Venus invited me in th' evening whispers
Unto a fragrant field with roses crowned,
Where she before had sent
My wishes' complement;
Unto my heart's content
Played with me on the green.
Never Mark Antony
Dallied more wantonly
With the fair Egyptian Queen.
First on her cherry cheeks I mine eyes feasted,
Thence fear surfeiting made me retire;
Next on her warmer lips, which when I tasted
My duller spirits made active as fire.
Then we began to dart