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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Thy malice fools thee too, thou hop'st they'd griev
Because they should be forc'd behind to leave
Their honour'd worth; but (fond fool) they be
Now crown'd and cloath'd with immortality.
Nor shal•• thou kill their fames; here we will raise
A Monument to them, shall out-last dayes;
Nor shall decay, untill the Trumpets call
The world to see thy long-wish'd Funerall:
Till then sleep blest soules, freed from hopes and fears.
Whilst we do write your Epitaphs in tears.