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 May 3, 2024.

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The Call.

Marina, stay, And run not thus like a young Roe away, No Enemy Pursues thee (foolish Girle) 'tis onely I, Ile keep off harmes, If thou'l be pleas'd to garrison mine arms; What dost thou feare Ile turn a Traytour? may these Roses here To palenesse shred, And Lillies stand disguised in new red, If that I lay A snare, wherein thou wouldst not gladly stay; See, see the Sun Doth slowly to his azure lodging run; Come sit but here, And presently hee'l quit our Hemisphere; So still among Lovers, time is too short or else too long; Here will we spin Legends for them, that have love Martyrs been; Here on this plaine Wee'l talke Narcissus to a flower again; Come here and chose On which of these proud plate thou wouldst Here mayst thou shame

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The rusty Violets, with the Crimson flame, Of either cheek; And Primroses white as thy fingers seek; Nay, thou mayst prove That mans most noble passion, is to love.
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