Come, come, let us drink,
  ’Tis in vain to think,
    Like fools, on grief or Sadness;
  Let our Money fly,
  And our Sorrows die,
    All worldly care is Madness: 
  But Sack and good Chear,
  Will in spight of our fear,
    Inspire our Souls with Gladness.

I shall only add his Poem which he made on the great Cryer at Westminster-Hall, by which you may judge of his Abilities in Poetry.

  When the Great Cryer in that greater Room,
  Calls Faunt-le-roy, and Alexander Broome,
  The people wonder (as those heretofore,
  When the Dumb spoke) to hear a Cryer Roar. 
  The kitling Crue of Cryers that do stand
  With Eunuchs voices, squeaking on each hand,
  Do signifie no more, compar’d to him,
  Then Member Allen did to Patriot Pim. 
  Those make us laugh, while we do him adore;
  Their’s are but Pistol, his Mouths Cannon-Bore. 
  Now those same thirsty Spirits that endeavor,
  To have their names enlarg’d, and last for ever,
  Must be Attorneys of this Court, and so
  His voice shall like Fame’s loudest Trumpet blow
  Their names about the world, and make them last,
  While we can lend an Ear, or he a Blast.

He wrote besides those airy Fancies, several other Serious Pieces; as also a Comedy called the Cunning Lover.

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Mr. JOHN CLEVELAND.

This eminent Poet, the Wit of our age, was born at Hinckley, a small Market Town in the County of Leicester, where his Father was the Reverend and Learned Minister of the place. Fortes creantur e fortibus, and bred therein under Mr. Richard Vines his School-master, where he attained to a great perfection in Learning, by choicest Elegancies in Greek and Latin, more elegantly English; so that he may be said to have lisped wit, like an English Bard, and early ripe accomplished for the University.

From a loving Father and learned School-Master, he was sent to Christ Colledge in Cambridge, where he proved such an exquisite Orator, and pure Latinist, as those his Deserts preferred him to a Fellowship in St. Johns.  There he lived about the space of nine Years, the Delight and Ornament of that Society; what service as well as reputation he did it, let his excellent Orations and Epistles speak:  To which the Library oweth much of its Learning, the Chapel much of its pious Decency, and the Colledge much of its Renown.

He was (saith Dr. Fuller) a general Artist, pure Latinist, exquisite Orator, and (which was his Master-Piece) eminent Poet; whose verses in the time of the Civil War begun to be in great request, both for their Wit and Zeal to the King’s Cause, for which indeed he appeared the first, if not only Champion in verse against the Presbyterian party.  His Epistles were pregnant with Metaphors, carrying in them a difficult plainness, difficult at the hearing, plain at the considering thereof.  His lofty Fancy may seem to stride from the top of one Mountain to the top of another, so making to it self a constant Level and Champian of continued Elevations.