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John Cleveland
English
Poet
About the author
Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
John Cleveland,
English
Poet
#God
#Home
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
John Cleveland,
English
Poet
#Eyes
#Pen
#Rain
#Water
Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.
John Cleveland,
English
Poet
#Love
#Will
#Bed
My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.
John Cleveland,
English
Poet
#Will
#Cause
#Laws
#Misery
#Tears