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.

An Encomium.

I sing the praises of a Fart; That I may do't by rules of Art, I will invoke no Deity But butter'd Pease & Furmity, And think their help sufficient To fit and furnish my intent. For sure I must not use high straines, For fear it bluster out in graines: When Virgils Gnat, and Ovids Flea, And Homers Frogs strive for the day There is no reason in my mind, That a brave Fart should come behind; Since that you may it parallell With any thing that doth excell: Musick is but a Fart that's sent From the guts of an Instrument: The Scholler but farts, when he gains Learning with cracking of his brains. And when he has spent much pain and oile, Thomas and Dun to reconcile;

And to learn the abstracting Art, What does he get by'••? not a fart. The Souldier makes his foes to run With but the farting of a Gun; That's if he make the bullet whistle, Else 'tis no better then a Fizle: And if withall the wind doe stir up Rain, 'tis but a Fart in Syrrup. They are but Farts, the words we say, Words are but wind, and so are they. Applause is but a Fart, the crude Blast of the fickle multitude. Five boats that lye the Thames about, Be but farts severall Docks let out. Some of our projects were, I think, But politick farts, foh how they stink! As soon as born, they by and by, Fart-like but onely breath, and dy. Farts are as good as Land, for both We hold in taile, and let them both: Onely the difference here is, that Farts are let at a lower rate. I'll no say more, for this is right, That for my Guts I cannot write, Though I should study all my dayes, Rimes that are worth the thing I praise. What I have said, take in good part, If not, I doe not care a fart.