IN MEMORY OF L. COLL. CLEAVELAND.
I'M doubtful whom first to invite, to share
In what my Griess and heavy Sorrows are.
Mars, or the Muses; both receiv'd a Wound
That dismal day Great Cleaveland sell to Ground;
Who e're love Learning, must his Fall deplore;
For in his Brain was comprehended more
Philosophy, Divinity and Law,
Than of his Years this Age in one Man saw.
I justly may then call the poring Tribe,
That in the Courts of Great Appollo 'bide;
To joyn with me, and to Lament in Verse
And pour a shower of Tears upon his Hearse:
Oh! fruitless Tears, for they cannot return
This Worthy Hero from his Mournful Ʋrne:
Mournful to us, to him a sweet Repose
For's Mortal part: While as his Soul with those
Who are Redeem'd, sweet Hallelujahs Sings;
And 'mongst those Crowned Heads Triumphs and Reigns,
In the next place, my sad and grieved Heart
Calls greatest Sword-men here to take a part:
And tho' ye're more acquaint with Blood than Tears;
Yet when this sad distressing Sight appears,
Brave Cleaveland's Corps laid in a Darksome Grave,
Dry Eyes, ty'd Tongues, or whole Hearts can you have?
He's gone, who Valour could the Valiant teach:
He's gone, who's Conduct was of no mean reach.
(But if he sell by Craft, or Treachery;
When he's turn'd Dust his precious Blood shall cry;)
He's gone prefer'd his Honour to his Breath;
He's gone priz'd Life, yet never feared Death.
He's gone, whose Art in using Tempered Steel,
Has made his Foes seek safety from their Heel.
No Mortals Name I will bid you A [...]ore,
But such a loss, ye surely should Deplore;
And grieve he's gone: It is but now and then
This barren Earth, produceth such rare Men.
Great Cleaveland, when thy Soul from Earth took
Thou prov'd it true, Saints can both Pray and Fight.
And gave the Lye to their reproachful Words,
Say Praying Men can make no use of Swords.
And as thy Life to Enemies was Pain,
As Samson's Death, so thine may prove their Bane:
From many Eyes, thy Fall a Salt Shower drew;
But God still Lives. Blest Soul we bid Adieu.
EPITAPH.
Grace, Learning, Valour centered in one
Adorn'd that Dust lyes here below this Stone:
Because on Earth his Equals were but few,
His Soul took Wing and early Heaven-ward flew;
That he might shun Earth's Folly, Stains and Care,
And with His Mates Sing Halelujahs there.