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The Gypsies. [illustration] The Captain sings.
[illustration]
FRom the famous Peake of Darby,
And the Devills-arse there hard-by,
Where we yearly keep our Musters,
Thus the Aegyptians throng in clusters.
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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- 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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- Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.
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- 1654.
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- English wit and humor.
- Epigrams.
- Epitaphs.
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The Gypsies.
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Be not frighted with our fashion,
Though we seem a tattered Nation;
We account our raggs, our riches,
So our Tricks exceed our stitches.
Give us Bacon, rinds of Wallnuts,
Shells of C••ckels, and of small Nuts;
Ribands, b••ll••, and saffrand linnen,
All the world is ours to win in.
Knacks we have that will delight you,
Slight of hand that will invite you.
To endure ou•• tawny faces
Quit your places, and not cause you cut your laces.
All your fortunes we can tell yee,
Be they for the back or belly;
In the Moods too and the Tences,
That may fit your fine five senses.
Draw but then your gloves we pray you,
And ••it still, we will not fray you;
For though we be here at Burley,
Wee'd be loath to make a hurley.