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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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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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.

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156. On a Dyer.

Though death the Dyer colour-lesse hath made, Yet he dies pale, and will not leave his trade; But being dead, the means yet doth not lack, To dye his friends cloth into mourning black. Some sure foresaw his death, for they of late Usd to exclaim upon his dying Fate. And weak, and faint, he seem'd oft times t'have been, For to change colours often he was seen; Yet there no matter was so foul, but he Would set a colour on it handsomely: Death him no unexpected stroke could give, That learnt to dye, since he began to live. He shall yet prove, what he before had try'd, And shall once more live after he hath dy'd.
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