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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148. Old Hobsons Epitaph.
Here Hobson lies among his many betters,
A man unlearned, yet a man of Letters;
His carriage was well known, oft hath he gone
In Embassy 'twixt father and the sonne:
There's few in Cambridge, to his praise be it spo∣ken,
But may remember him by some good Token.
From whence he rid to London day by day,
Till death benighting him, he lost his way:
His Team was of the best, nor would he have
Been mir'd in any way, but in the grave.
Nor is't a wonder, that he thus is gon,
Since all men know, he long was drawing on.
Thus rest in peace thou everlasting Swain,
And supreme Waggoner, next Charles his wain.