John Cleveland Quotes

Like an ambassador that beds a queen With the nice caution of a sword between.

Give me a lover bold and free, Not eunuched with formality.

Virtue’s no more in womankind But the green sickness of the mind. Philosophy, their new delight, A kind of charcoal appetite.

Mystical grammar of amorous glances, Feeling of pulses the physic of love, Rhetorical courtings, and musical dances; Numbering of kisses arithmetic prove.

Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom Nor forced him wander, but confined him home.