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.

A Farewell to Sack.

FArewell thou thing, time past so true and dear To me, as bloud to life, and spirit, and near, Nay thou more near then kindred, friend, or wife, Male to the female, soule to the body, life To quick action, or the warm soft side Of the yet chast, and undefiled Bride. These and a thousand more could never be More near, more dear, then thou wert once to me. 'Tis thou above, that with thy mystick faln Work'st more then Wisdome, Art, or Nature can; To raise the holy madnesse, and awake

The frost bound-blood and spirits, and to make Them frantick with thy raptures, stretching through The soul•• like lightning, & as active too. But why, why doe I longer gaze upon Thee, with the eye of admiration, When I must leave thee, and inforc'd must say, To all thy witching beauties, Goe away? And if thy whimpring looks do ask me, why? Know then, 'tis Nature biddeth thee hence, not I; 'Tis her erroneous selfe hath form'd my brain, Uncapable of such a Soverain, As is thy powerfull selfe; I prethee draw in Thy gazing fires, lest at their sight the sin Of fierce Idolatry shoot into me, and I turn Apostate to the strict command Of Nature; bid me now farewell, or smile More ugly, lest thy tempting looks beguile My vows pronounc't in zeal, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thus much shows thee, That I have sworn, but by thy looks to know thee Let others drink thee boldly, and desire Thee, and their lips espous'd, while I admire And love, but yet not tast thee: let my Muse Faile of thy former helps, and onely use Her inadulterate strength, whats done by me, Shall smell hereafter of the Lamp, not thee.