Like an ambassador that beds a queen
With the nice caution of a sword between.
The Antiplatonic (1653)
The marigold, whose courtier's face Echoes the sun, and doth unlace Her at his rise, at his full stop Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop.John Cleveland
Had CainbeenScot,Godwould have changedhisdoom Nor forced him wander, but confined him home.John Cleveland
Virtue's no more in womankind But the green sickness of the mind. Philosophy, their new delight, A kind of charcoal appetite.John Cleveland
Give me a lover bold and free, Not eunuched with formality.John Cleveland