Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses

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Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses
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London :: Printed by R[ichard] H[odgkinson and Thomas Paine] for Humphry Blunden at the Castle in Corn-hill,
1640.
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English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800.
Epigrams, English -- Early works to 1800.
Epitaphs -- England -- Early works to 1800.
Proverbs, English -- Early works to 1800.
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"Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A15606.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.

Pages

472 On the Queene of Bohemia.

You meaner Beauties of the night, Which poorely satisfie our eyes;

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More by your number then your light; The common people of the skies: What are ye when the moon shall rise? You violets that first appeare, By your purple mantle known; Like proud virgins of the yeere, As if the Spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown? You wandring chaunters of the wood, That fill the ayre with natures layes: Thinking your passions understood, By weak accents, where's your praise, When Philomell her voyce shall raise: So when my Princesse shall be seen, In sweetnes of her lookes and mind: By vertues first, then choyce a Queen, Tell me, was she not design'd, Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
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