Recreation for ingenious head-peeces, or, A pleasant grove for their wits to walk in of epigrams 700, epitaphs 200, fancies a number, fantasticks abundance : with their addition, multiplication, and division.
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- Title
- Recreation for ingenious head-peeces, or, A pleasant grove for their wits to walk in of epigrams 700, epitaphs 200, fancies a number, fantasticks abundance : with their addition, multiplication, and division.
- Author
- Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by M. Simmons ...,
- 1654.
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- Subject terms
- English wit and humor.
- Epigrams.
- Epitaphs.
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http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A50616.0001.001
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"Recreation for ingenious head-peeces, or, A pleasant grove for their wits to walk in of epigrams 700, epitaphs 200, fancies a number, fantasticks abundance : with their addition, multiplication, and division." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A50616.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.
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What doth my Feather flourish with a grace?
And this my curled hair become my face?
How decent doth my Doublet's form appear?
I would I had my Sute in Long-lane here.
Do not my spurs pronounce a silver sound?
Is not my hose-circumference profound?
Sir these be well, but there is one thing ill,
Your Taylor with a sheet of Paper-bill,
Vowes hee'l be paid, and Sergeants he hath fee'd,
Which wait your coming forth to do the deed.
Boy God-a-mercy, let my Lady stay,
I'll see no Counter for her sake to day.