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Enter Fidler.
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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.
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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 16, 2024.
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But before all be done,
With a Christopher strong,
Comes Musick none, though Fidler one,
While the Owle and his Granchild,
With a face like a Manchild,
Amaz'd in their Nest,
Awake from the Rest,
And seek out an Oak to laugh in.
Such a dismall chance,
Makes the Church-yard dance,
When the Screech Owle guts string a Coffin.
When a Fidlers coarse,
Catches cold and grows hoarse,
Oh ye never heard a sadder,
When a Rattle-headed Cutter,
Makes his will before Supper,
To the Tune of the Nooze and the Ladder.