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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To a faire, but unkind Mistresse.
I prethee turn that face away,
Whose splendor bu•• benight•• my day;
Sad eyes like mine, and wounded hearts,
Shun the bright rayes that beauty darts;
Unwelcome is the Sun tha•• prie••
Into those shades where sorrow lyes.
Goe shine on happy things, to me
The blessing is a misery;
For your bright Sun, not warms, but burns;
Like that the Indian sooty turnes.
I'l serve the night, and there confin'd,
Wish thee lesse fair; or else more kind.