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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Iulia, I bring
To thee this Ring,
Made for thy finger fit;
To shew by this,
That our love is
Or sho'd be, like to it.

Close though it be,
Thy joynt is free:
So when lov's yoke is on
It must not gall,
Or fret at all
With hard oppression.

But it must play
Still either way;
And be, too, such a yoke,
As not too wide,
To over-slide;
Or be so strait to choak.

So we, who beare,
This beam, must reare
Our selves to such a height:
As that the stay
Of either may
Create the burden light.

And as this round
Is no where found
To flaw or else to sever:
So let our love
As endlesse prove;
And pure as Gold for ever.