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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"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 9, 2024.
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With scatter'd locks
Scarce warm••, but by contraction
Can heat Rocks;
Call in thy powers; run, and reach
Home with the light;
Be there, before the shadows stretch,
And span up nighs;
Follow the Cry no more: there is
An ancient way
All strewed with flowers and happinesse,
And fresh as May;
There turn, and turn no more; let wits,
Smile at faire eyes,
Or lips; but who there weeping sits,
Hath got the prize.