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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164. On Doctor Hackets wif••.
Drop mournfull eyes your pearly trickling tears,
Flow streams of sadnesse down the spangled sphears,
Fall like the tumbling Cataracts of Nile,
Make deaf the world with cryes; let not a smile
Appear, let not an eye be seen to sleep
Nor slumber, onely let them serve to weep
Her dear lamented death, who in her life
Was a religious, loyall, loving wife,
Of Children tender, to an husband kind,
Th'undoubted symtomes of a vertuous mind:
Which makes her glorious, 'bove the highest pole,
Where Angels sing sweet Requiums to her soule,
She liv'd a none-such, did a none-such dye,
Ne'r none-such here her Corps interred lye,