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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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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His Misery.
Water, water I aspie:Come, and coole ye; all who fryIn your loves; but none as I.
Though a thousand showers beStill a falling, ye•• I seeNot one drop to light on me.
Happy you, who can have seasFor to quench ye, or some easeFrom your kinder Mistresses.
I have one, and she aloneOf a thousand thousand known,Dead to all compassion.
Such an one, as will repeatBoth the cause, and make the heatMore by provocation great.
Gentle friends, though I despaireOf my cure, doe you bewareOf those Girles, which cruell are.
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