Biography of John Cleveland
John Cleveland was an English poet.
The son of an usher in a charity school, Cleveland was born in Loughborough, and educated at Hinckley Grammar School. Admitted to Christ's College, Cambridge, he graduated BA in 1632 and became a fellow of St John's College in 1634. At St John's Cleveland became college tutor and lecturer on rhetoric, and was much sought after. A staunch Royalist, he opposed the election of Oliver Cromwell as member for Cambridge in the Long Parliament, and lost his college post as a result in 1645. Joining Charles I, by whom he was welcomed, he was appointed to the office of Judge Advocate at Newark. In 1646, however, he lost this office, and wandered about the country dependent on the bounty of the Royalists. In 1655 he was imprisoned at Yarmouth, but released by Cromwell, to whom he appealed, and went to London, where he lived till his death. His best work is satirical, slightly reminiscent of Hudibras; his other poems are considered mediocre. The Poems were published in 1656.
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John Cleveland Poems
Fuscara, Or The Bee Errant ( Excerpt)
Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers, And the wild forester couched on the ground, Venus invited me in th' evening whispers
The Scots Apostasie
Is't come to this? What shall the cheeks of fame Stretch'd with the breath of learned Loudon's name,
An Elegy On Ben Jonson
WHO first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes, And was the first best Judge in his owne Cause? Who (when his Actors trembled for Applause)
The Rebel Scot
How, Providence? and yet a Scottish crew? Then Madam Nature wears black patches too! What, shall our nation be in bondage thus
On The Memory Of Mr. Edward King, Drown'...
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize His artificial grief that scans his eyes; Mine weep down pious beads, but why should I Confine them to the Muses' rosary?
Upon Phillis Walking In A Morning Before...
THE sluggish morne as yet undrest, My Phillis brake from out her East; As if shee'd made a match to run
An Elegy On Ben Jonson
WHO first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes,
And was the first best Judge in his owne Cause?
Who (when his Actors trembled for Applause)
Could (with a noble Confidence) preferre
His owne, by right, to a whole Theater;
From Principles which he knew could not erre.
Who to his FABLE did his Persons fitt,