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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Who e'r she be,
That is the onely she,
That shall command my heart and me.

Might you hear my wishes
Bespeak her to my blisses,
And be call'd my absent kisses.

I wish her beauty,
That owes not all his duty
To gawdy tire, or some such folly.

A face that's best
By its own beauty drest;
And can alone command the rest.

Smiles, that can warme
The blood, yet teach a charme
That chastity shall take no harme.

Joyes that confesse
Vertue her Mistresse,
And have no other head to dresse.

Dayes, that in spight
Of darknesse, by the light
Of a clear mind, are day all Night.

Life that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it's come, say, Welcome friend.

Soft silken Howers,
Open Sunnes; shady Bowers,
Bove all; Nothing within that lowers.

I wish her store
Of wealth may leave her poore
Of wishes; and I wish no more.

Now if time knowes,
That her whose radiant browes,
Weave them a Garlant of my vowes.

Her that dare bee,
What these lines wish to see,
I seek no further, it is shee.

Such worth as this is,
Shall fix my flying wishes
And determine them to kisses.

Let her full glory,
(My fancies) fly before ye,
Be ye my fiction, but her my story.