From _Oxford_, his next stage was the Garrison of _Newark_, where he was Judge Advocate until the Surrender thereof; and by an excellent temperature of both, was a just and prudent Judge for the King, and a faithful Advocate for the Country. Here he drew up that excellent Answer and Rejoynder to a Parliament Officer, who had sent him a Letter by occasion of one _Hill_, that had deserted their side, and brought with him to _Newark_ the sum of 133 _l._ and 8_d._ I shall only give you part of Mr. _Clevelands_ Answer to his first Letter, by which you may give an Estimate of the rest. Sixthly, _Beloved it is so, that our Brother and fellow-Labourer in the Gospel is Start aside; then this may serve for an use of instruction, not to trust in Man, or in the Son of Man. Did not_ Demas _leave_ Paul, _did not_ Onesimus _run from his Master_ Philemon? _Also this should teach us to employ our Talents, and not to lay them up in a Napkin_; _had it been done among the Cavaliers, it had been just, then the_ Israelite _had spoiled the_ AEgyptian: _but for_ Simeon _to plunder_ Levi, _that_--that--_&c._ This famous Garrison was maintained with much courage and resolution against the Besiegers, and not surrendred but by the King's special Command, when first he had surrendred himself into the hands of the _Scots_; in which action of that Royal Martyr, we may conclude our _Cleveland Vates,_ both Poet and Prophet: For besides his passionate resentment of it in that excellent Poem, _The Kings disguise_; upon some private intelligence, three days before the King reached them, he foresaw the pieces of Silver paying upon the banks of _Tweed_, and that they were the price of his Sovereigns Blood, and predicted the Tragical events. Thenceforth he followed the fate of distressed Loyalty, subject to the Malice and Vengeance of every Fanatick Spirit, which seldom terminates but in a Goal, which befel this learned Person, being long imprisoned at _Yarmouth_: where living in a lingering Condition, and having small hopes of coming out, he composed an Address to that Idol at _White-Hall, Oliver Cromwell_, written with such Tow'ring Language, and so much gallant Reason, as looked bigger than his Highness, shrinking before the Majesty of his Pen, as _Felix_ trembled before _Paul_. So obtaining his Liberty, not by a servile Submission, but rather a constrained Violence, neither injuring his Conscience, nor betraying his Cause.