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A50616	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.	Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.; Smith, James, 1605-1667.	1654 (1654)	Wing M1714; ESTC R31890	117,409	410

still was conversant 'mongst beds of dust 86. On a Drunkard Bibax the Drunkard while he liv'd would say The more I drink the more methinks I may But see how death hath prov'd his saying just For he hath drunk himselfe as dry as dust 87. On a Child Tread softly passenger for here doth lye A dainty Jewell of sweet Infancy A harmlesse babe that onely came and cry'd In baptism to be wash'd from sin and dy'd 88. Another In this marble Casket lyes A matchlesse Jewell of rich pri●e Whom nature in the worlds disdain But shew'd and put it up again 89. On Mr. Sands Who would live in others breath Fame deceives the dead mans trust When our names doe change by death Sands I was and now am dust 90. On Mr. Goad Go adde this Verse to Goad's herse For Goad is gone but whither Goad himselfe is gone to God 'T was deaths Goad drove him thither 91. On Monday Hallowed be the Sabbath And farewell all worldly pelf The week begins on Tuesday For Munday hath hang'd himself 92. On a Child Here a pretty Baby lyes Sung asleep with Lullabies Pray be silent and not stir Th' easie earth that covers her 93. On a Matron Here lies a wife was chast a mother blest A modest Matron all these in one chest Sarah unto her Mate Mary to God Martha to men whilst here she had aboad 94. In Latine thus Vxor casta Parens felix Matrona pudica Sara viro mundo Martha Maria Deo 95. On a Souldier When I was young in Wars I shed my blood Both for my King and for my Countries good In elder years my care was chief to be Souldier to him that shed his blood for me 96. On Mr. Dumbelow that dyed of the winde Collicke Dead is Dick Dumbelow Would you the reason know Could his tail have but spoken His stout heart had not broken 97. On Mr. Kitchins death Kitchin lyes here for so his name I found I see Death keeps his Kitchin under ground And the poor worms that flesh of late did eat Devour their Kitchin now for want of meat 98. On Isabella a Curtezan He who would write an Epitaph Whereby to make fair Is'bell laugh Must get upon her and write well Here underneath lies Isabell. 99. On a vertuous wife In brief to speak thy praise let this suffice Thou wert a wife most loving modest wise Of children carefull to thy neighbours kind A worthy Mistresse and of liberall mind 100. On Mr. Christopher Lawson Death did not kill unjustly this good man But death in death by death did shew his power His pious deeds and thoughts to heaven fore-ran There to prepare his soule a blessed bower 101. On a Welshman Here lyes puryed under these stones Shon ap Williams ap Shinkyn ap Shones Her was porn in Whales her was kill'd in France Her went to Cot by a very mis-shance La ye now 102. On Mr. Carter burnt by the great powder-mischance in Finsbury Here lies an honest Carter yet no clown Unladen of his cares his end the Crown Vanish'd from hence even in a cloud of smoke A blown-up Citizen and yet not broke 103. On a Lady dying in Childbed Born at the first to bring another forth She leav● the world to leave the world her worth Thus Phoenix-like as she was born to bleed Dying her selfe renews it in her seed 104. On a Faulconer Death with her talon● having seiz'd this prey After a tedious flight trus●'d him away We mark'd him here he fell whence he shall rise At call till then unretriv'd here he lyes 105. On Ioan Truman who had an issue in her legge Here lyes crafty Ioan deny it who can Who liv'd a false maid and dy'd a Truman And this trick she had to make up her cunning Whilst one leg stood still the other was running 106. On a youth Now thou hast heaven for merit but 't is strange Morality should envy at thy change God thought us unfit for such as thee And made thee consort of eternity We grieve not then that thou to heaven art taken But that thou hast thy friends so soon forsaken 107. On Prince Henry Did he dye young O no it could not be For I know few that liv'd so long as he Till God and all men lov'd him then behold The man that lives so long must needs be old 108. On borne before his time Greiv'd at the world and times this early Bloom Look'd round and sigh'd and stole into his Tomb His fall was like his Birth too quick this Rose Made hast to spread and the same hast to close Here lyes his dust but his best Tomb's fled hence For Marble cannot last like Innocence 109. On a very fat man Under this pebble stone Here fast sleepeth one And that is not two Yet was without doubt Far bigger about Then both I and you His kidneys encreast So much that his wast Was hooped all round But his girdle death cuts And down fell his guts ' Bouts heels to the ground 110. On Iohn Newter Reader Iohn Newter who erst plaid The Jack on both sides here is laid Who like the herb Iohn indifferent Was not for King or Parliament Yet fast and loose he could not play With death he took him at a Bay What side his soule hath taken now God or Devil we hardly know But this is certain since he dy'd He hath been mist of neither side 111. On Hocas Pocas Here Hocas lyes with his tricks and his knocks Whom death hath made sure as his Juglers box Who many hath cozen'd by his leiger-demain I● presto convey'd and here underlain Thus Hocas he 's here and here he is not While death plaid the Hocas and brought him to th'pot 112. On a Child of two years old being born and dying in July Here is laid a Iuly flowre With surviving tears bedew'd Not despairing of that houre When her spring shall be renew'd Ere she had her summer seen She was gather'd fresh green 113. On a Cobler Death at a Coblers door oft made a stand And alwayes found him on the mending hand At last came death in very foul weather And ript the sole from the upper leather Death put a trick upon him and what was 't The Cobler call'd for 's Awle death brought his last 114. On a young Gentlewoman Nature in this small volume was about To perfect what in woman was left out Yet carefull least a piece so well begun Should want preservatives when she had done Ere she could finish what she undertook Threw dust upon it and shut up the Book 115. On a Scholler Forbear Friend t'unclaspe this book Only in the forefront look For in it have errours bin Which made the Author call it in Yet know this 't shall have more worth At the second coming forth 116. On a young Woman The body which within this earth is laid Twice six weeks knew a wife a Saint a maid Fair maid chast wife pure Saint yet 't

Kit Fowle● Was held an honest man though no good Bowler 44. On Dorothy Rich. Here resteth young Doll Rich that dainty drab Who troubled long with itch dy'd of the scab 45. On Ralph Ralph bids adue to pleasures good or ill But tels you true 't is much against his will 46. On Walter Moone Here lies Wat Moone that great Tobacconist Who dy'd too soon for lack of had I wist 47. On Iohn Cooling a Player-foole Death hath too soon remov'd from us Io. Cooling That was so well belov'd and liv'd by fooling 48. On a Welshman Who living least espy'd his life should leese By meer Metheglin dy'd and tosted Cheese 49. On Io. Long. Here sleep I. Long who liv'd till New-year●-tide Full fourscore strong but then fell sick and dy'd 50. On Stephen Spooner Death hath time borrow'd of our neighbour Spooner Whose wife much sorrow'd that he di'd no sooner 51. On a Lawyer God works wonders now and than Here lyes a Lawyer dy'd an honest man 52. On a Waterman Here sleep● Will Slater why by death● command Hath left the water to possesse the land 53. On Sir Francis Drake England his heart his Corps the waters have And that which raisd his fame became his grave 54. On a Gallant Who cloth of Tissue wore here flat doth lye Having no issue more than that in 's thigh 55. On Iohn Garret Gone is Iohn Garret who to all mens thinking For love to Claret kill'd himself with drinking 56. On notable Ned. Cause of the good nought must be said but good 'T is well for Ned that nought he understood 57. On a Taylour who dyed of the stitch Here lies a Taylour in this ditch Who liv'd and dyed by the stitch 58. On a travelling Beggar Here lies a Vagrant person whom our laws Of late grown strict denied passage 'cause He wandring thus therefore return he must From whence at first he hither came to dust 59. On a Mason So long the Mason wrought on others wals That his own house of clay to ruine fals No wonder spitefull death wrought his annoy He us'd to build and death seeks to destroy 60. On a Schoolmaster The Grammar School a long time taught I have Yet all my skill could not Decline the grave But yet I hope it one day will be shown In no Case save the Ablative alone 61. On Prince Henry I have no vein in Verse but if I could Distill on every word a Pearl I would Our sorrows pearls drop not from pens but eyes Whilst other Muses write mine onely cryes 62. On the death of Mr. Newcomin of Clare-hall in Cambridge Weep ye Clarenses weep all about For New-com-in is new gone out Weep not Clarenses weep not a● all He 's gone but from Clare to Trinity-Hal 63. On Hobson the Carrier Hobson what 's out of sight is out of mind Is gone and left his Letters here behind He that with so much paper us'd to meet Is now alas content to take one sheet 64. Another He that such carriage store was wont to have Is carried now himselfe unto his grave O strange he that in life ne'r made but one Six Carriers makes now he is dead and gone 65. Another Here Hobson lyes prest with a heavy load Who now is gone the old and common road The waggon he so lov'd so lov'd to ride That he was drawing on whilst that he dy'd 66. Another Hobson's not dead but Charls the Northern Swain Hath sent for him to draw his lightsome wain 67. On a Footman This nimble Footman ran away from death And here he rested being out of breath Here death him over-took made him his slave And sent him on an arrand to the grave 68. Iustus Lipsius Some have high mountains of Parian stone And some in brasse carve their inscription Some have their Tombs of costly marbles rear'd But in our tears onely are they interr'd 69. On a Child Like Birds of prey Death snatche away This harmlesse Dove Whose soule so pure Is now secure In heaven above 70. On a rich Gentleman Of woods and plains and hills and vales Of fields of meads of parks and pales Of all I had this I possesse I need no more I have no lesse 71. On a Child That flesh is grasse Its grace a flower Read ere you passe Whom worms devoure 72. On a Lock-smith A zealous Lock-smith dy'd of late Who by this time 's at heaven gate The reason why he will not knock Is 'cause he means to pick the lock 73. On a Collier Here lies the Collier Ienkin Dashes By whom death nothing gain'd he swore For living he was dust and ashes And being dead he is no more 74. On Dick Pinner Here lyes Dick Pinner O ungentle death Why didst thou rob Dick Pinner of his breath For living he by scraping of a pin Made better dust than thou hast made of him 75. On a Sack-sucker Good Reader blesse thee be assur'd The spirit of Sack lyes here immur'd Who havock't all he could come by For Sack and here quite sack'd doth ly 76. On a Child Into this world as stranger to an Inne This Child came Guest-wise where when it had bin A while and found nought worthy of his stay He onely broke his fast and went away 77. On a Candle Here lyes the Chandlers chiefest joy Here lyes the Schollers pale-fac'd boy Having nought else but skin and bone Dy'd of a deep Consumption 78. On T. H. the Pannier-man of the Temple Here lyes Tom Hacket this Marble under Who often made the Cloysters thunder He had a horn and when he blew i● Call'd many a Cuckold that never knew it 79. On a young Infant The life of Man Is but a span The common saying is But death did pinch His to an inch Ere he could say what 's this Yet he hath gain'd not lost thereby Changing time for eternity 80. On Mr. Calfes death Heaven of his soul take charge for he Of all his dayes liv'd but the halfe Who might have grown to be an Oxe But dyed as you see a Calfe 81. On Bolus If gentlenesse could tame the Fates or wit Delude them Bolus had not dyed yet But one that death o'r-rules in judgement sits And sayes our sins are stronger then our wits 82. On a Clowne Softly tread this earth upon For here lyes our Corydon Who through care to save his sheep Watch'd too much Oh let him sleep 83. On a Child As carefull Nurses on their beds doe lay Their babes which would too long the wantons play So to prevent my youths ensuing crimes Nature my Nurse laid me to bed betime● 85. On a Musitian Be not offended at our sad complaint You Quire of Angels that have gain'd a Saint Where all perfection met in skill and voyce We mourne our losse but yet commend your choyce 85. On a Gardener Could he forget his death that every houre Was emblem'd to it by the fading flowre Should he not mind his end yes sure he must That

to kisse his foot if he were bidden My foot said he nay that were too submisse You three foot higher well deserve to kisse 250. Non lubens loquitur Gluto at meals is never heard to talk For which the more his chaps and chin do walk When every one that sits about the bord Makes sport to ask what Gluto ne'r a word He forc'd to answer being very loath I● almost choak'd speaking and eating both 251. On Philos. If Philos none but those are dead doe praise I would I might displease him all his dayes 252. The promise-breaker Ventus doth promise much but still doth break So all his promises are great and weak Like bubbles in the water round and light Swelling so great that they are broke out-right 253. Change What now we like anon we disapprove The new successor drives away old love 254. On a passing Bell. This dolefull musick of impartiall death Who danceth after danceth out of breath 255. Nummos demona jungit Bat bids you swell with envy till you burst So he be rich and may his coffers fill Bringing th' example of the Fox that 's curst And threatning folks who have least power to kill● For why 't is known his trade can never fall That hath already got the Devill and all 256. Nil gratum ratione carens Paulus a Pamphlet doth in prose present Unto his Lord the fruits of idle time Who far more carelesse then therewith content Wisheth it were converted into rime Which done and brought him at another season Said now 't is rime before nor rime nor reason 257. Non cessat perdere lusor Ask Ficus how his luck at dicing goes Like to the tide quoth he it ebbes and flows Then I suppose his chance cannot be good For all men know 't is longer ebbe than flood 258. Womens policy To weep oft still to flatter sometime spin Are properties women excell men in 259. Volucrem sic decipit auceps Hidrus the Horse-courser that cunning mate Doth with the buyers thus equivocate Claps on his hand and prays he may not thrive If that his gelding be not under five ☞ 260. Perdat qui caveat emptor Nor lesse meant Promus when that vow he made Then to give o'r his cousening Tapsters trade Who check'd for short and frothy measure swore He never would from henceforth fill pot more 261. On Death How base hath sin made man to fear a thing Which men call Mors which yet hath lost all sting And is but a privation as we know Nay is no word if we exempt the O Then let good men the fear of it defie All is but O when they shall come to dye 262. To Mr. Ben Iohnson demanding the reason why he call'd his playes works Pray tell me Ben. where doth the mystery lurk What others call a play you call a work 263. Thus answer'd by a friend in Ben Iohnsons defence The Authors friend thus for the Author sayes Bens plays are works when others works are plays 264. On Crambo a lowsie shifter By want of shift since Lice at first are bred And after by the same increast and fed Crambo I muse how you have Lice so many Since all men know you shift as much as any 265. Ad Aristarchum Be not agriev'd my humorous line● afford Of looser language here and there a word Who undertakes to sweep a common sink I cannot blame him though his broom do stink 266. In Aulum Aulus gives naught men say though much he crave Yet I can tell to whom the Pox he gave 267. On covetous persons Patrons are Latrons then by this Th' are worst of greedy people Whose cognizance a Wolfs head is And in his mouth a steeple 268. On a Dyer Who hath time hath life that he denies This man hath both yet still he dies 269. Non verbera sed verba Two Schollars late appointed for the field Must which was weakest to the other yield The quarrell first began about a word Which now should be decided by the sword But e'r they drew there fell that alteration As they grew friends again by disputation 270. Love and Liberty ●ove he that will it b●st likes mee ●o have my neck from loves yoke free 271 To a neat reader ●hou say'st my verses are rude ragged ruffe ●ot like some others rimes smooth dainty stuffe● ●pigrams are like Satyrs rough without ●ike Chesnuts sweet take thou the kernell out 272. Of Letting ●n bed a young man with his old wife lay O wife quoth he I 've let a thing to day By which I fear I am a loser much His wife replyes youths bargains still are such So turning from him angry at her heart She unawares let out a thundring O wife quoth hee no loser am I now A marv'lous saver I am made by you Young men that old wives have may never sell Because old wives quoth hee let things so well 273. Sublata causa c. Why studies Silvester no more the lawes 'T is thought Duck-lane has tane away the cause 274. Sapiat qui dives oportet 'T is known how well I live sayes Romeo And whom I list I 'le love or will despise Indeed it 's reason good it should be so For they that wealthy are must needs be wise But this were ill if so it come to passe That for your wealth you must be beg'd an 〈◊〉 275. In Dossum Dosse riding forth the wind was very big And strained court'●ie with his Perriwig Leaving his sconce behind so voyd of haire As Esops Crow might break her Oyster there Fool he to think his hair could tarry fast When Boreas tears forrests with a blast 276. Post dulcia finis amarus Ienkin a Welshman that had suits in Law Journying to London chanc'd to steal a Cow For which pox on her luck as ne'r mon saw Was burnt within the fist and know not how Being ask'd if well the Lawes with him did stand Hur have hur now quoth Ienkin in hur hand 277. Feminae Iudificantur viros Kind Katharine to her Husband kis● these words Mine own sweet Will how dearly doe I love thee If true quoth VVill the world no such affords And that it 's true I durst his warrant bee For ne'r heard I of woman good or ill But alwayes loved best her owne sweete will 278. Ad Tusserum Tusser They tell me when thou wert alive Thou teaching thrift thy self couldst never thrive So like the wh●●stone many men are wont To sharpen others when themselves are blunt 229. Praestat videri quam esse Clitus with clients is well customed That hath the Lawes but little studied No matter Clitus so they bring their fees How ill the case and thy advice agrees 280. Tunc ●ua res agitur A jealous Marchant that a Sailor me● Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry Knowing what ill their absence might beget That still at Sea constrained are to tarry Sir quoth the saylor think you that so strange 'T is done the

time whiles you but walke th' exchange 281. On Skoles Skoles stinks so deadly that his breeches loath His dampish but tocks furthermore to cloth Cloyd they are up with Arse but hope and blast Will whirle about and blow them thence at last 282. A Conference A Dane a Spaniard a Polonian My self a Swisse with an Hungarian At supper met discoursed each with other Drank laught yet none that understood another 283. In Marcum Marcus is not an hypocrite and why He flyes all good to fly hypocrisy 284. Quod non verba suadeant Sextus halfe sav'd his credit with a jest That at a reckoning this devise had got When he should come to draw amongst the rest And saw each man had coyn himself had not His empty pocket feels and 'gins to say In sadnesse Sirs here 's not a crosse to pay 285. Stupid Binus Sith time flyes fast away his safest flight Binus prevents with dreaming day and night 286. In divites Rich men their wealth as Children Rattles keep When play'd a while with 't then they fall asleep 287. In Fannium What fury 's this his foe whilst Fannius flyes He kils himself for fear of death he dyes 288. On a vaunting Poetaster Cecilius boasts his Verses worthy be To be ingraven on a Cypresse tree A Cypresse wreath befits them well 't is true For they are near their death and crave but due 289. In divites iracundo● Rich friends 'gainst poor to anger still are prone It is not well but profitably done 290. Durum telum necessitas Coquus with hunger pennilesse constrain'd To call for meat and wine three shillings cost Had suddenly this project entertain'd In stead of what 's to pay to call mine host Who being come entreateth him discusse What price the Law alots for shedding blood Whereto mine Host directly answers thus 'T was alwayes forty pence he understood So then quoth Coquus to requite your pains Pray break my head and give me what remains 291. To an upstart Thy old friends thou forgotst having got wealth No marvaile for thou hast forgot thy selfe 292. Ambition In wayes to greatnesse think on this That slippery all Ambition is 293. Suum cuiq●e A strange contention being lately had Which kind of Musick was the sweet'st and best Some praise the sprightly sound and some the sad Some lik't the Viols and among the rest Some in the Bag-pipes commendation spoke Quoth one stood by give me a pipe of smoke 294. In Prodigum Each age of men new fashions doth invent Things which are old young men do not esteem What pleasd our Fathers doth not us content What flourish'd then we out of fashion deem And that 's the cause as I doe understand Why Prodigus did sell his Fathers Land 295. In Medicum When Mingo cryes how do you sir 't is thought He Patients wanteth and his practice's naught Wherefore of late now every one he meeteth With I am glad to see you well he greeteth But who 'l believe him now when all can tell The world goes ill with him when all are well 296. On Zelot Is Zelot pure he is yee see he wears The signe of Circumcision in his ears 297. Crispati crines plumae dant calcar amori Why is young Annas thus with feathers dight And on his shoulder wears a dangling lock The one foretels hee 'l sooner fly then fight The other shows hee 's wrapt in 's mothers smock But wherefore wears he such a jingling spur O know he deals with Jades that will not stir 298. On Boung-Bob Bob thou nor souldier theef nor fencer art Yet by thy weapon liv'st th' hast one good part 299. On Glaucus Glaucus a man a womans hair doth wear But yet he wears the same comb'd out behind So men the wallet of their faults doe bear For if before him he that fault should find I think foul shame would his faire face invade To see a man so like a woman made 300. On Crab. Crab faces gowns with sundry Furres 't is know● He keeps the Fox-furre for to face his own 301. Dolo intimus Nor Hauk nor Hound nor Hors those letters hhh But ach it self 't is Brutus bones attaches 302. Of Batardus Batardus needs would know his Horoscope To see if he were born to scape the rope The Magus said ere thou mine answer have I must the name of both thy parents crave That said Batardus could not speak but spit For on his fathers name he could not hit And out of doors at last he stept with shame To ask his mother for his fathers name 303. Consuetudo lex Two wooers for a wench were each at strife Which should enjoy her to his wedded wife Quoth th' one she 's mine because I first her saw She 's mine quoth th' other by Pye-corner law● Where sticking once a prick on what you buy It 's then your own which no man must deny 304. On Womens deniall Women although they ne're so goodly make it Their fashion is but to say no and take it 305. In Battum Battus affirm'd no Poet ever writ Before that love inspir'd his dull-head wit And that himself in love had wit no more Then one stark mad though somwhat wise before 306. On Marriage Wedding and hanging the Destinies dispatch But hanging seems to some the better match 307. Vidua aurata Gallus hath got a widow wondrous old The reason is he woo'd her for her gold Knowing her Maids are young and serve for hire Which is as much as Gallus doth desire 308. In Dol praegnantem Dol learning Propria quae maribus without Book Like Nomen crescent is genitivo doth look 309. Timidos fortuna repellit When Miles the Serving-man my Lady kist She knew him not though scarcely could resist For this quoth he my Master bid me say How 's that quoth she and frowning flings away Vext to the heart she took her mark amisse And that she should a serving creature kisse Why thus it is when fools must make it known They come on others businesse not their own 310. Against a certain For mad-men Bedlam Bridewell for a Knave Choose whether of those two th'adst rather have 311. Loves progresse Loves first approach delights sweet song doth sing But in departure she woes sting doth bring 312. On old Scylla Scylla is toothlesse yet when she was young She had both teeth enough and too much tongue What shall I then of toothlesse Scylla say But that her tongue hath worn her teeth away 313. On Gallants cloaks Without plain cloaks within plush't but I doubt The wearer's worst within and best without 314. On Banks the Vserer Banks feels no lamenesse on his knotty Gout His money travels for him in and out ●nd though the soundest legs goe every day ●e toils to be a● Hell as soon as they 315. Pecunia praevalens ●ell Tom of Plato's worth or Aristotles ●ang't give him wealth enough let wit stop bottles 316. On the same ●om vow'd to beat his boy against the wall