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.
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 16, 2024.

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Fidelius and his silent Mris. Flora.

Fid.

My dearest Flora can you love me?

Flo.

Prethee prove me.

Fid.

Shall I have your hand to kisse?

Flo.

Yes, yes.

Fid.

On this whitenesse let me sweare,

Flo.

No, pray forbeare.

Fid.

I love you dearer then mine eyes.

Flo.

Be wise.

Fid.

I prize no happinesse like you.

Flo.

Will you be true?

Fid.

As i the Turtle to her Mate.

Flo.

I hate.

Fid.

Who my divinest Flora, me?

Flo.

No flattery.

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Fid.

He that flatters, may he dye.

Flo.

Perpetually.

Fid.
And his black urne be the cell,
Flo.

Where Furies dwell.

Fid.
May his name be blasphemous,
Flo.

To us.

Fid.
His memory for ever rot;
Flo.

And be forgot.

Fid.
Lest it keep our age and youth,
Flo.

From love and truth.

Fid.
Thus upon your Virgin hand,
Flo.

Your vows shall stand.

Fid.

This kisse confirmes my act and deed.

Flo.

You may exceed.

Fid.
Your hand, your lip, I'll vow on both;
Flo.

A dangerous Oath.

Fid.
My resolution ne'r shall start;
Flo.

You have my heart.

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