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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An Apologetique Song.

Men, if you love us, play no more The fools, or Tyrants, with your friends, To make us still sing o're and o're, Our own false praises, for your ends. We have both wits and fancies too, And if we must, let's sing of you.
Nor doe we doubt, but that we can, If we would search with care and pain, Find some one good, in some one man; So going thorough all your strain, Wee shall at last of parcells make One good enough for a Song sake.
And as a cunning Painter take In any curious piece you see, More pleasure while the thing he makes,

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Then when 'tis made; why, so will we. And having pleas'd our art, wee'll try To make a new, and hang that by
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