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.
Author
Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.
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London :: Printed by M. Simmons ...,
1654.
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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 17, 2024.

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An incomparable kisse.

Give me a Kisse from those sweet lips of thine, And make it double by enjoyning mine, Another yet, nay yet another, And let the first Kisse be the seconds brother. Give me a thousand kisses, and yet more; And then repeat those that have gone before; Let us begin while day-light springs in heav'n And kisse till night descends into the Ev'n,

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And when that modest Secretary, Night, Discolours all but thy heav'n-beaming bright, We will begin Revels of hidden love, In that sweet Orbe where silent pleasures move. In high, new strains, unspeakable delight, We'll vent the dull houres of the silent night. Were the brigh day no more to visit us, O then for ever would I hold thee thus; Naked, inchain'd, empty of idle feare, As the first Lovers in the Garden were. I'll dye betwixt thy breasts that are so whi••••, For, to dye there, would doe a man delight. Embrace me still, for time runs on before, And being dead we shall embrace no more. Let us kisse faster then the hours doe flye, Long live each kisse, and never know to dye. Yet if that fade, and fly away too fast, Impresse another, and renew the last; Let us vie kisses, till our eye-lids cover, And if I sleep, count me an idle Lover, Admit I sleep, I'll still pursue the Theam, And eagerly I'l kisse thee in a dream. O give me way; grant love to me thy friend, Did hundred thousand suiers all contend For thy Virginity, there's none shall woe With heart so firm as mine; none better do Then I with your sweet sweetnesse; if you doubt, Pier•••• with your eyes my heart, or pluck it out.
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