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.

The Good Fellow.

When shall we meet again to have a tast Of that transcendent Ale we drank of last? What wild ingredient did the woman chose To make her drink withall? it made me lose My wit, before I quencht my thirst; there came Such whimsies in my brain, and such a flame Of fiery drunkennesse had sing'd my nose, My beard shrunk in for fear; there were of those That took me for a Comet, some afar Distant remote, thought me a blazing star; The earth me thought, just as it was, it went Round in a wheeling course of merriment. My head was ever drooping, and my nose Offering to be a suiter to my toes.

My pock-hole face, they say, appear'd to some, Just like a dry and burning Honey-comb: My tongue did swim in Ale, and joy'd to boast It selfe a greater Sea-man then the toast. My mouth was grown awry, as if it were Lab'ring to reach the whisper in mine eare. My guts were mines of sulphur, and my se•• Of parched teeth, struck fire as they met. Nay, when I pist, my Urine was so hot, It burnt a hole quite through the Chamber-pot: Each Brewer that I met, I kiss'd, and made Suit to be bound appren••i••e to the Trade: One did approve the motion, when he saw, That my own legs could my Indentures draw. Well Sir, I grew stark mad, as you may see By this adventure upon Poetry. You easily may guesse, I am not quite Grown sober yet, by these weak lines I write: Onely I do't for this, to let you see, Whos'ere paid for the Ale, I'm sur't paid me.