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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"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.

Pages

136. On Husband and Wife.

To these, whom Death againe did wed, This Grave's the second Marriage-Bed. For though the hand of Fate could force, Twixt soule and body a Divorce; It could not sever Man and wife, Because they both liv'd but one life; Peace, good Reader, doe not weep, Peace the Lovers are asleep: They (sweet Turtles) folded lye, In the last knot that love could tye. Let them sleep, let them sleep on, Till this stormy night be gone. And th'eternall morrow dawne, Then the Curtaines will be drawne, And they waken with that light, Whose day shall never sleep in night.
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