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.

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112. On an Infant unborne, the Mother dying in travell.

The Father digg'd a pit, and in it left Part of himselfe interr'd, that soone bereft The Mother of the gift, she gave, life; so Both now are buried in one tombe of woe. 'Tis strange the mother should a being give▪ And not have liberty to make it live. 'Twas strange, that the child blindfold espi'd So quick and neere a way to parricide▪ Yet both are justly question'd, child and Mothe Are guilty of the killing of each other.

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Not with an ill intent, both did desire Preserves for life, and not a funerall fire; And yet they needs must dye, & 'twas thought best To keepe the infant in the mother's chest; It had both life and death from her, the wombe In which it was begot, became the tombe; There was some marble sav'd, because in her The wombe that bare it, was a sepulcher; Whose Epitaphs are these,-here lyes a child that shall Be free from all sins but originall. Here lyes a pittied mother that did dye Onely to beare her poore child companie.
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