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.

Her supposed servant, described.

I would have him if I could, Noble; or of greater Blood: Titles, I confesse, doe take me; And a woman God did make me, French to boo••, at least in fashion, And his manners of that Nation.

Young I'd have him to, and faire, Yet a man; with crisped haire Cast in a thousand snares, and rings For loves fingers, and his wings: Chestnut colour, or more slack Gold, upon a ground of black. Venus, and Minerva's eyes, For he must look wanton-wise.

Eye-brows bent like Cupids bow, Front, an ample field of snow; Even nose, and cheek (withall) Smooth as is the Biliard Ball; Chin, as wholly as the Peach; And his lip should kissing teach, Till he cherish'd too much beard, And make love or me afeard.

He should have a hand as soft As the Downe, and shew it oft; Skin as smooth as any rush, And so thin to see a blush Rising through it e're it came; All his blood should be a flame Quickly fir'd as in beginners In Loves School, and yet no sinners.

'Twere too long to speak of all What we harmony doe call In a body should be there. Well he should his cloaths to wear; Yet no Taylor help to make him Drest, you still for man should take him; And not think h'had eat a stake, Or were set up in a brake.

Valiant he should be as fire, Shewing danger more then ire. Bounteous as the clouds to earth; And as honest as his birth. All his actions to be such As to doe nothing too much. Nor o're-praise, nor yet condemne; Nor out-valew, nor contemne; Nor doe wrongs, nor wrongs receive;

Nor tye knots, nor knots unweave; And from basenesse to be free, As he durst love truth and me.

Such a man with every part, I could give my very heart; But of one, if short he came, I can rest me where I am.