In memory of L. Coll. Cleaveland. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B24595 of text R225116 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B24595 Wing I115B Interim Tract Supplement Guide 714.i.8[41] ESTC R225116 ocm99885857

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 eng Cleaveland, -- Lieutenant-Colonel -- Early works to 1800. eebo In memory of L. Coll. Cleaveland. . n/a 1690 1 498 1 0 0 0 0 0 20.08 C The rate of 20.08 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-07 Sampled and proofread 2014-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
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 Urne : 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 .