John Cleveland English Poet Quotations

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.

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

Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.

I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.