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         Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.
      
       
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             Cleaveland's petition to His Highnesse the Lord Potector [sic].
             Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             Printed for William Sheares,
             [London] :
             [1657]
          
           
             Signed at end: J.C.
             J.C = John Cleveland.
             Place and date of publication from Wing.
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "October 1657".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Debt, Imprisonment for -- England -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
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           CLEAVELAND'S
           PETITION
           To
           His
           HIGHNESSE
           the
           Lord
           POTECTOR
           .
        
         
           
             May
             it
             please
             your
             Highness
             ,
          
        
         
           RUlers
           within
           the
           Circle
           of
           their
           Government
           have
           a
           claim
           to
           that
           which
           is
           said
           of
           the
           Deity
           ,
           
             They
             have
             their
             Center
             every where
             ,
             and
             their
             Circumference
             no where
             .
          
           It
           is
           in
           this
           confidence
           that
           I
           address
           to
           your
           
             Highness
             ,
          
           as
           knowing
           no
           place
           in
           the
           Nation
           is
           so
           remote
           ,
           as
           not
           to
           share
           in
           the
           ubiquity
           of
           your
           care
           ;
           no
           Prison
           so
           close
           ,
           as
           to
           shut
           me
           up
           from
           partaking
           of
           your
           influence
           .
           My
           
             Lord
             ,
          
           it
           is
           my
           misfortune
           ,
           that
           after
           ten
           years
           of
           retirement
           from
           being
           engaged
           in
           the
           difference
           of
           the
           State
           ,
           having
           wound
           my self
           up
           in
           a
           private
           recess
           ,
           and
           my
           comportment
           to
           the
           publique
           ,
           being
           so
           inoffensive
           ,
           that
           in
           all
           this
           time
           ,
           neither
           fears
           nor
           jealousies
           have
           scrupled
           at
           our
           Actions
           :
           Being
           about
           three
           Moneths
           since
           at
           
             Norwich
             ,
          
           I
           was
           fetched
           with
           a
           Guard
           before
           the
           Commissioners
           ,
           and
           sent
           Prisoner
           to
           
             Yarmouth
             ,
          
           and
           if
           it
           be
           not
           a
           new
           offence
           to
           make
           inquiry
           wherein
           I
           offended
           (
           for
           hitherto
           my
           faults
           are
           kept
           as
           close
           as
           my
           person
           ,
           )
           I
           am
           induced
           to
           believe
           ,
           that
           next
           to
           the
           adherence
           to
           the
           Royal
           party
           ,
           the
           cause
           of
           my
           confinement
           is
           the
           narrowness
           of
           my
           estate
           ;
           
             for
             none
             stand
             committed
             whose
             estate
             can
             bail
             them
             ;
          
           I
           only
           am
           the
           Prisoner
           ,
           who
           have
           no
           Acres
           to
           be
           my
           hostage
           .
           Now
           if
           my
           poverty
           be
           Criminal
           (
           with
           Reverence
           be
           it
           spoken
           ,
           )
           I
           must
           implead
           your
           
             Highness
             ,
          
           whose
           victorious
           Arms
           have
           reduc'd
           me
           to
           it
           ,
           as
           accessary
           to
           my
           guilt
           .
           Let
           it
           suffice
           my
           Lord
           ,
           that
           the
           calamity
           of
           the
           War
           hath
           made
           us
           poor
           ;
           do
           not
           punish
           us
           for
           it
           !
           
             Who
             ever
             did
             Penance
             for
             being
             ravished
             ?
          
           Is
           it
           not
           enough
           that
           we
           are
           stript
           so
           bare
           ,
           but
           it
           must
           be
           made
           in
           order
           to
           a
           severer
           Lash
           ?
           must
           our
           skars
           be
           engraven
           with
           new
           wounds
           ?
           must
           we
           first
           be
           made
           Cripples
           ,
           then
           beaten
           with
           our
           own
           Crutches
           ?
           Poverty
           !
           if
           it
           be
           a
           fault
           ,
           it
           is
           its
           own
           punishment
           ;
           Who
           suffers
           for
           it
           more
           ,
           pays
           Use
           upon
           use
           .
           I
           beseech
           your
           
             Highness
          
           put
           some
           bounds
           to
           our
           overthrow
           ,
           and
           do
           not
           pursue
           the
           chase
           to
           the
           other
           World
           ;
           Can
           your
           thunder
           be
           levelled
           so
           low
           as
           our
           groveling
           Conditions
           ?
           Can
           that
           towering
           Spirit
           that
           hath
           quarried
           upon
           Kingdoms
           make
           a
           stoop
           at
           us
           ,
           who
           are
           the
           rubbish
           of
           those
           ruines
           ?
           Methinks
           !
           I
           hear
           your
           former
           Atchievments
           interceding
           with
           you
           not
           to
           sully
           your
           glories
           ,
           with
           trampling
           on
           the
           prostrate
           ,
           nor
           Clog
           the
           wheels
           of
           your
           Chariot
           with
           so
           degenerous
           a
           Triumph
           .
           The
           most
           renowned
           
             Heroes
          
           have
           ever
           with
           such
           tenderness
           cherished
           their
           
             Captives
             ,
          
           That
           their
           Swords
           did
           but
           cut
           out
           work
           for
           their
           courtesie
           ;
           Those
           that
           fell
           by
           their
           prowess
           ,
           sprung
           up
           by
           their
           favours
           ,
           as
           if
           they
           had
           struck
           them
           down
           ,
           onely
           to
           make
           them
           rebound
           the
           Higher
           .
           I
           hope
           your
           
             Highness
          
           as
           you
           are
           the
           Rival
           of
           their
           fame
           ,
           will
           be
           no
           less
           of
           their
           vertues
           ;
           the
           noblest
           Trophy
           that
           you
           can
           erect
           to
           your
           Honour
           is
           to
           raise
           the
           afflicted
           .
           And
           since
           you
           have
           subdued
           all
           opposition
           ,
           it
           now
           remaines
           that
           you
           attach
           your self
           ,
           and
           with
           acts
           of
           Mildness
           vaniqush
           your
           victory
           .
           It
           is
           not
           long
           since
           ,
           
             my
             Lord
             ,
          
           that
           you
           knocked
           off
           the
           Shackles
           from
           most
           of
           our
           party
           ,
           and
           by
           a
           grand
           release
           did
           spread
           your
           clemency
           as
           large
           as
           your
           territories
           .
           Let
           not
           now
           proscriptions
           interrupt
           our
           Jubilé
           .
           Let
           not
           that
           your
           lenity
           be
           slandered
           as
           the
           Ambush
           of
           your
           further
           rigour
           .
           For
           the
           service
           of
           his
           
             Majesty
          
           (
           if
           it
           be
           objected
           )
           I
           am
           so
           far
           from
           excusing
           it
           ,
           that
           I
           am
           ready
           to
           alledge
           it
           in
           my
           vindication
           :
           I
           cannot
           conceive
           that
           my
           fidelity
           to
           my
           Prince
           should
           taint
           me
           in
           your
           opinion
           ;
           I
           should
           rather
           expect
           it
           should
           recommend
           me
           to
           your
           favour
           ;
           Had
           not
           we
           been
           faithfull
           to
           our
           
             King
             ,
          
           we
           could
           not
           have
           given
           our selves
           to
           be
           so
           to
           your
           
             Highness
             ;
          
           you
           had
           then
           trusted
           us
           
             gratis
             ,
          
           whereas
           now
           we
           have
           our
           former
           Loyalty
           to
           vouch
           us
           .
           You
           see
           my
           
             Lord
             ,
          
           how
           much
           I
           presume
           upon
           the
           greatness
           of
           your
           Spirit
           ,
           that
           dare
           prevent
           my
           Indictment
           with
           so
           frank
           a
           Confession
           ,
           especially
           in
           this
           ,
           which
           I
           may
           so
           justly
           deny
           ,
           that
           it
           is
           almost
           arrogancy
           in
           me
           to
           own
           it
           ;
           for
           the
           truth
           is
           ,
           I
           was
           not
           qualifi'd
           enough
           to
           serve
           him
           ;
           all
           that
           I
           could
           doe
           ,
           was
           to
           bear
           a
           part
           in
           his
           sufferings
           ,
           and
           give
           my self
           up
           to
           be
           crushed
           with
           his
           fall
           ;
           thus
           my
           charge
           is
           doubled
           (
           my
           obedience
           to
           my
           Soveraign
           ,
           and
           what
           is
           the
           result
           of
           that
           ,
           my
           want
           of-fortune
           ;
           )
           Now
           what
           ever
           reflections
           I
           have
           on
           the
           former
           ,
           I
           am
           a
           true
           penitent
           for
           the
           latter
           ;
           My
           
             Lord
          
           you
           see
           my
           crimes
           !
           As
           to
           my
           defence
           you
           bear
           it
           about
           you
           !
           I
           shall
           plead
           nothing
           in
           my
           justification
           ,
           by
           your
           
             Highness
             ,
          
           (
           which
           as
           it
           is
           the
           constant
           inmate
           of
           a
           valiant
           breast
           ,
           If
           you
           graciously
           please
           to
           extend
           it
           to
           your
           Suppliant
           in
           taking
           me
           out
           of
           this
           withering
           durance
           ,
           )
           your
           
             Highness
          
           will
           find
           that
           mercy
           will
           establish
           you
           more
           than
           power
           ;
           though
           all
           the
           days
           of
           your
           life
           were
           as
           pregnant
           with
           victories
           ,
           as
           your
           twice
           auspicious
           third
           of
           
             September
             .
          
        
         
           
             Your
             
               Highness
            
             humble
             ,
             and
             submissive
             Petitioner
             .
             J.
             C.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
           Printed
           for
           
             William
             Sheares
             .
          
        
      
      
  

