enter here Vnlesse he blacke be you wot where Of the aunswere of a foole to a certaine Duke VNto the pallace of the Poope there came a Duke of late The Popes foole chaunst to mete the Duke before the pallace gate Where is thy master quoth the Duke not farre the foole gan saie For but euen verie now his grace was with his whore at plaie Of Rob. Bartlet and of one that had a foule byg nose and a precious as they terme it BY fortune merry Bartlet saw a man with monstrous Nose Beset with Rubies riche his minde thus Bartlet gan disclose Goodfellow frend quoth Bartlet when wast thou with goldsmith tell The other musing stayd and knew not what to aunswere well I aske quoth Bartlet for because â–ª he cosened thee I see He for a golden nose hath giuen a copper nose to thee The Louer WHo more a wretch then he whom loue â—ormenteth sore With scorchyng heate of Cupids coales he burneth euermore Of Loue. LOue is for to be liked if both loue so as they ought But where one loues the other lothes there loue is vile and nought To Hordenus I Marrige mind thou mockest mee as muche as may be thought If whores I both should hunt and haunt what wouldst thou then say nought Of Alphus NO egge on friday Alphe will eate but drunken he will be On friday still O what a pure religious man is he Of him that is in debt WHo owes much mony still he shunns all company And is like to an owle That in the night doth flye To Ponticus DOst aske why Ponticus I call thee not to supper mine The cause is this thou calst mee not hog Ponticus to thyne To Minsiger AS poore as Irus once thou wast but now thou dost abound With wealth and store by marriage thyne great plenty hast thou found But now thy wife is dead thy coyne thou lashest out amayne Spare Minsiger leâ—t thou become as Irus poore againe Of Squyre an old man flewmatike SQuyre seld or neuer Oysters buyes Squyre eate no oysters will Yet notwithstandyng Squyre spits out and spawleth oysters still Of Cotta AN whore hath Cotta to his wife he knowes it and he sayes One Lampe sufficient is to light ten men and ten alwayes N. NOMAN To B. Bonner ALL men a noughty Bishop did thee call I say thou wast the best of Bishops all To a certaine Papist IT ill beseemeth preistes to weâ— thus Papist thou dost say What well beseemes them then declare with whores to sport and play To a wife whiche set a pot full of flowers in her windowe TO make a fragrant sauour sweet in windowe thou dost set Freshe flowers and for to make them grow thou stinkyng mier dost get Wife cast the mier away or herbs or both I thee desire The flowers they doe not smell so well as ill doth stinke the mire Of a counterfet Diuell BLastus a cunnyng Painter that Apelles past in skill Did paint the Diuell in this wise in forme and fashion ill Monstrous deformed to beholde fierce blacke and horrible Dauntyng the harts of men with dread and feare moste terrible His eyes did shine like sparklyng fire all brode and blasing bright His snout was stretched forth his taile was long and blacke to sight His chappes were great and galping wide all ready to deuoure With long doune dangling iagged beard he looked grim and sower His hornes were like vnto the Moone that glisters in the night His pawes were like fell Harpeyes pawes that scratch and teare out qiâ—ght In right hand stones he clinched fast in lefte he held a booke And eake a payr of beades he had whereon to praie and looke His outwarde garments all were blacke euen suche they were to eye As mopishe Monkes and foolish Friers did weare most commonly A Monke came by by chaunce and sawe the Picture set to showe No where is Blastus saide the Monke is he at home or no Ymarry Blastus answered what is your will with me The Diuelles picture will you buy perchaunce I will said he But tell mee Blastus said the Monke why is he made so fell I like hym not in some respectes in some yet woondrous well Wherefore now breefly Blastus show in fewe declare to mee Why thou hast made hym in suche sort as here I doe hym see Then Blastus answered and said if that you doe not knowe The causes why I made him thus the causes I will showe Well quoth the Monke then tell mee first why didst thou make hym blacke Quoth Blastus for because that he doth faire conditions lacke Quoth Monke why is his beard vnkemd and danglyng downe so lowe Quoth Blastus for because he was an Hermit long ago Why quoth the Monke hath he a tayle he moues to Lechery Why hath he crooked cruell clawes he loues to catche perdie Why in his right hand holds he stones with stones Christ tempted he What booke in lefte hand doth he hold Popes holy lawes they be Why are suche hornes fixt on his front like Moses he in this Yet godly Moses he doth hate this sure and certen is Why is he picturde like a Monke he monkery did deuise Monkes mischeuous he first brought foorth and noughtie Nonnes likewise The Monke no longer now forebeares but for a cudgell feeles And Blastus to auoide the blowes straight takes hym to his heeles The pursie Monke pursues him fast and takes him by the heare And all to thumpes him with his fiste his nailes his face doth teare Better prouoke the fend hymself then monke that ragyng raues Poore Blastus did not know that Monkes were vile and testie knaues An Epitaphe vpon the death of KYNG EDVVARD the 6. WHen EDVVARD prince most excellent fell cankered death did kill When God did giue him place in heauen with Saincts to so iourne still Good Kyng Iosias came to hym and did him fast embrace And said ah welcome brother mine to happy heauenly place Of Lydia SEuen yeares was Lydia linkt and liude with husband hers in deede And all the while poore Lydia lackt and could no children breed She of Phisitions counsell askt their medcines wrought but dull Of Bossus preist she counsell askt and straight way she was full To Florianus THy first wife still thou saist brought thee no childe at all But sure thou sayst thy second wife brought thee a prettie squaule Indeed a brat she did thee bring yet none she did bring thee For it it named thine to be and yet thine not to be To Haerillus NO worke Haerillus doth and yet he labours euermore How labours he euen of the gowte â–ª whiche doth torment hym sore Of Hassus I Did demaund of Hassus how his wife sore sicke did fare She will come shortly well abroade quoth he I take no care Now sure who would not Hassus deeme a Prophet true to be The next day after on a Beare stone dead brought foorth was she Of Furnus a Cuckold MEn say that Furnus iealowes is as quick as Linx
shortly as conuenient leisure shall serue either augment these or publish more for thy delight and profite In the meane tyme take these in good part I beseche thee whiche were made of mee Cum mihi vernarent dubia lanugine malae VALE VV. Seymour gentleman of Grayes Inne in commendation of the author WE seldom see but that a bare respect That takes regard but to apply his thought As many tymes may worke to good effect As deeper driftes with more disorder wrought For in attempts where proofe is to ensew It neuer skills so greatly to inuent Or by deuice to frame a fetche anew As with regard to order our intent For proofe we see the practise and deuise Of such as haue the cure of health in hand By traynes of sweet who oft the taste entise To brooke the sower wherin the help doth stand Wherein as well in manner of the cure As in the meanes the skill is truely tryde For that vnlesse the sweetnes should allure How should the sowre make profite vnapplide This is the cause that moues me to commend And prayse the paynes that wel I see were ment And as I like the labour of my frend So I allowe the drift of his intent Who seeyng sortes of sundry mindes to call And hauyng will to woorke in all aright No fitter meanes he wist to win them all Than thus to trayne to profite by delight George VVhetstones gentleman in the authors commendation RAre is the worke that liketh euery mynde when sundry mindes on sundry iudgments feede In flowers fooles like Spyders poyson finde The wise as Bees win hony from a weede Euen so of bookes in print that clothed are The most of them most sortes of men peruse And of suche sortes some sortes of them prepare With skillesse scoffes the writers to abuse No force for that the foe himselfe doth hit That checkes a worke which he can not amend Then sure my frend this needfull booke that writ Small needes to feare the frumps that fooles do lend For why his paines yeeldes fruites of suche emprise As hym commendes and doth content the wise Formoe nulla fides E. G. TO THE READER LIke as the spring by natures course doth breed The sundry sortes of flowers of pleasant hew And clothes the earth with hearbes that theÌ„ce proceed Sweete for their sent and pleasant to the vew Wheron the mynde of man is fixed fast Reuiued now duld by the winter past So in this spring that earthly thinges doth chere Kendall sends forth the flowers that he hath got Of Epigrammes by pluckyng here and there Of learned men from many a Garden plot Smell of his flowers resort vnto this felde The Gardens be of price that these do yelde Abraham Fleminge vpon T. K. his translated Epigrammes A Worke with skill beegonne Deserues to bee commended But double praise no doubt is won When skill the same hath ended Suche skill in many skante Doeth proue them moste vnskilfull Self-will they wed whiles wit they want Like fondlynges vaine and wilfull But as their skill deserues Meere follie to bee named So where from witte will neuer swerues There skill her forte hath framed And suche a one is he His trauell giueth triall Whose skill amidst so many mistes Hath planted an espiall Whose skill hath scattered quite The cloudes of Poets pen And hath by glisteryng leames of light To blinde and eylesse men Their couert skill laid out in letters darckly showne And paird away the barckes of dout And knotts of knacks vnknowne This labour hath lyen dead No meruell many yeares But now reuiu'de and to be read In Englishe as appeares From forreigne phrase of speache Farre fette and also sought By one in yeares I graunte but young Whose witt the same hath wrought But yet with iudgement fraught and skill on doubtes to skan Now let me tell what I haue thought The worcke commends the man. Labôri ancillatur laus A. VV. gent. to the courteous reader in commendation of these flowers FReshe flowers Cyuet muske ambergreece Excell in smell eche one in his degree Yet of them all if thou shouldst take a fleece As authors flowers so sweete all would not bee Those all delight the nose with sugred smell These all delight the minde with learnyng well The sent of those doeth perishe soone and vade Of flowers cyuet muske Ambergreece But flowers whiche Kendalls cunnyng here hath made Still flourishe shall of woorke a princely peece His youth hath framd now reader lend hym praise Whiche spent for thy delight his tender daies Oublier ne doy AD T. K. AMICVM LECTISSIMVM G. L. CARMEN SI non alma suis virtus contenta trophaeis Splenderet radijs nobilitata suis Si non suspensas hederas frondésque virentes Temneret illaeso cella superba mero Te canereÌ„ Kendalle tuum mea peÌ„na cothurnum Tollâ—ret Musam ferret ad astra tuam Sed quia luce suae virtus micat aurea famae Nec cupit ad titulos nomina magna suos Tu virtute tua propria tu laude nitesces Magnificum virtus inclyta nomen habet Sat virtus ornata sibi sibi praemia virtus Porrigit proprio lumine lumen habet Testis adest locuples librum modo perlege cernes Quam renitet radijs coelica diua suis. EIVSDEM AD EVNDEM Carmen Sapphicum HOrtulos multi coëmunt coëmptos Floribus gratis decorant vt inde Colligant suaueis redeunte veris Tempore flores Bella res certè simul probanda Hinc enim cresount falubres odores Hinc vigent herbae atque inimica nostris Pharmaca morbis Hortus en lautus tuus iste Kendall Floribus cultus varijs renitet Et suos gratis animis legenti Fundit odores Hoc tuo flores capiemus horto Quos suis vates prius inserebant Exteris hortis tua verò fecit Cura Britannos Nos tuòs ergo recolemus hortos Hinc Rosas suaeueis Violas Acanthum Colligat pubes digitis Britanna Quotidianis FLOWERS OF EPIGRAMS out of sundrie the moste singuler authors selected Out of PVLIX an auncient Poet. Hermaphroditus speaketh WHile great with me my mother weÌ„t vncertaine what I was She askte the gods what she should haue a lad or els a lasse Quoth Mars th art with a maiden sped Not so Apollo saied It is a man quoth Iuno then t is neither man nor maied My mothers tyme of trauaile came her throwes and thrutches past A mungrill Herkinalson she did bryng me forthe at last And askyng the forenamed three what should my destenie bee To dye by dint of deadly swoorde affirmed Iuno she He will be hanged on a tree quoth Mars as I suppose And I doe thinke saied Phoebus then in lake life he shall lose Their verdicts none were vaine it came as eche did saie to passe And how beholde t is straunge I tell a certaine brooke there was Oreshadowed with a tree that had full many a leauie branche In climyng vp
frend can fortune take away That onely that thou giust thy frend thou shalt posses for ay Against Posthumus I Minde what thou hast done for me â–ª and will remember eake Alwaies why hold I then my peace and Postume dost thou speake When any I begin to tell thy goodnes what it is Towardes me tush straight they say hymself earst told vs this Beleue me two to many are this same for to expresse One will suffice if I shall speake then Posthume hold thy peace Though thou be frushyng franke although great gifts thou giue perdy Yet perishe all those gifts of thine by thy garrulitie Against Candidus THy farmes are proper to thy self thy gold and siluer white Thine proper proper to thy Plate and christall glasses bright Thy pleasaunt wines of sundry forts thine proper to no dout Thy proper wit and proper to thy hart and courage stoute All doutles proper that thou hast what said I all I lye Thy wife she is not proper for she common is perdy To Rufinus I Graunt I can it not denie thou sure hast goodly land Fat farmes and tenementes thou hast and liuyngs in thine hande And debters diuers owe thee muche much coine thou hast abrode Riche Plate of Gold and siluer both thy table still doth loade Inferiours thine Rufinus yet disdaine thou neuer a dell More then hast thou had Didymus and more hath Philomel Against Matrinia I Like no Beldames I. Matrinia dost complaine I Beldames loue but thou art none starke dead thou dost remaine I can well fancie Hecuba of Neob like alone Before the one be made a dog the other made a stone Of Fishes engrauen BY Phidias art thou fishes seest engrauen feat and trim Put water to them and they will whip skip frisk frounce and swim Against Ligurinus NO man with thee will willyng meâ—t â–ª and eache mis takes hym to his feet Whereso thou Ligurine dost come thy presence shinnies both all and some â–ª Wilt know why thirs from thee they start a Poet prattlyng pert thou art This vice is vile all men among the Tigres robbed of her yong The Dypsas scorâ—he with skaldyng heat the Scorpion that with taile doth threat These moniters fell are not so fearâ— as thou art where that thou art heard For who I praie thee suffer can as thou are such a troublous man To hym that standeth thyu dost reed so eke to hym that sits indeed To hym that runs thou art recityng to hym thou readst that is a shâ—tyng Washyng at Baines there I thee here I can not swim where thou aâ—t neer To meales I hast me dost thou nay at table plast thou goest thy way All wery when I go to bed molestyng mee thou shakst my hed What harme thou dost now wilt thou see though honest good and iust thou be Yet for this fault none like of thee To the same Ligurinus THe supper of Thyestes whether Phoebus God deuine Mislikt I know not Ligurine but sure we like not thine Thy fare is fine and good thy â—ates as curious as may be Consideryng how thy tong doth walk yet all mislikes we see I care not for thy dainty meates I do mislike each messe What I would haue thee do dost aske what marry hold thy peace To Aemilianus IF poore thou be Aemilian thou shalt be poore alwaies For none but welthy worldlyngs are enriched now adayes To Labienus WHen Labienus all alone I saw thee sit of late â–ª Three men mee thought I saw I was deceaued by thy pate One patch of heare there standeth here another standeth there Deformd thy scalp the locks do grow I know not how nor where In midst of all thy sconse is balde there allies are to see Wherein not half a grasse doth growe so bald and bare they be When as the Emperour deales his dole thy sconse then profits thee Others one Basket haue of bred for thy part thou hast three Thou like vnto king Gerion art If Hercules thee spye In Phillips Porch take heede I say dead art thou by and by To Lupercus FOr that thou suppest oftentimes and neuer callest mee Lupercus I haue found a way How to be euen with thee I will be angrie though thou sende call and request mee still What will I do dost aske of mee What marrie come I will. To Faustinus against an euill Phisition Hermocrates BOth washt and supt Andragoras with vs in health and sound Yet in the morne Andragoras stark dead in bed was founde Wouldst knowe of suche so sodaine death what should thoccasion be Hermocrat the Phisition in slumber he did see Against Phoebus WIth oyntment made for nonce thy pace all ouer Phoeb is dyde And all thy sluttish scuruie skalpe a painted heare doth hyde No Barber thou dost neade at all thy hed to notte and pole A Sponge or painting pensile Phoeb will better shaue thy nole Against the enuious ROme lauds loues reades my works and singes them euery where Each fist doth hold me clutched fast eache bosome me doth beare One blusheth â—o as red as fyre anone as pale as claye Anone he lookes astonished as one did hym dismaye Sometime he mumping mockes and moes sometime he doth repine Ymarrie this is that I would now please me verses mine To Marianus THou knowest one lurketh thee to â—ueth and he that lurkes a loâ—t To lucre bent thou knowest his drift and where he goes about Yet hym thine heir thou didst ordaine in will thou madest last And madman like didst will that he should in thy roome be pâ—aâ—t He sent thee gifts in deed but how he sent them with the hooke And can the fishe the fisher loue that for his death doth looke Trowest thou this Foxe will for thy death take any inward thought No no if thou wilt haue hym weepe then Marian giue hym nought Of the theâ—e Cilix A Thefe that Cilix had to name to rob an Orchard sometime came â–ª In all the garden great was nought saue Priapus of Marble wrought What doth me he greedy of praye but hales the hugy stone awaye To Lupus PEnsiue thou art and prosperous take heede lest fortune blinde Knowe Lupus this lest she thee call churle gratelesse and vnkinde To Rufus A Certaine man not long agoe Gaue me the gaze frende Rufus so As if some foolishe fencer I Had been or one that went to buy With eye and finger when that he Had looked long and marked me Art thou quoth he art thou declare That famous pleasaunt Poet rare That men echewhere do Martial call Whose iests do ioye bothe great and small I somewhat smilyng tolde my name And saied I was the verie same Why then quoth he so ill art clad Because I am a Poet had I aunswered All this is true Frende Rufus whiche I tell to you Good Rufus sende some clothes therefore That I maie shamed bee no more To Amianus A Serpent fell thou hast engraud in â—iluer bole of thyne Of Mirons makyng poyson sure thou drinkst thou drinkst no wine
Shipwracke thou hast made of late from blubberyng teares refraine Lost goods by â—oud lamentyng cries may not be got againe Thy brest is Zoyl a sinke of sinnes thou still hast gone astraye Wherefore waile Zoylus for thy sinnes teares washe mens sinnes awaie But thou dost laugh my words to scorne no force laugh if thou please Yea laugh thy fill sweet hony still the sickly doth displease To Homer an Hyprocite I Can not chuse but praise thee that thou earnest art in Prayer And that vnto the Temple thou so often makest repaire That Idlenes thou doste eschew whiche breedes a lothsum life That thou wilt not be seen to talke with any others wife That thou dost not in vsurie nor honour vaine delight Yet Homer all thing is not gold that shines and glisters bright To Zeno. Castigation HE is not still an enemy that makes to smart and smites Ne is he still a faithfull frende that pleaseth and delightes Farre better sure it is to haue sowre Zeno vs to loue Then he that sekes by flatâ—ery fayre for to allure and moue To Caper tauntes backbityngs THou doste complaine thy fate vnluckie still to be Because that Fabius froward foole bites blames and sclaunders thee Caper content thy selfe who is reproched he No miser is the Sycophantes themselues the misers be To Criticus Children must be instructed SOft claye may formde and framed be how and to what you will The tender waxe to any shape is prest and pliant still So youth in tender yeares may be instructed hou you list And how they frame themselues in youth so lightly they persist Wherfore in vertue Criticus instruct thy child betyme To no admonishment their eares the grauer sore incline To Quirinus MEns faces diuers are and strange so are their hartes likewise And what lyes hidden in the hart none may discerne with eyes For some you see that gentle seeme and curteous outwardly When scorchyng hatred in their hart doth burne incessantly Some Damons deare in face appeare and Demons dire in chest So selde or neuer still you see the browe bewraies the brest And frende Quirinus Calaber the kyng doeth fauour thee Yet mayest thou hee assurde of this none more thy foe then he â–ª Perchaunce my boldnesse some will blame no force I care not I Nothyng maie lurke or bee concelde where frendship firme doeth lye To Visus a backbiter FOr that I did refuse Vrsus to aunswere thee Aboute Religion thou musest muche aâ—me I giue no holie thynges to dogs a carpyng currishe wighte No better then a curre I counte whiche still doeth barke and bite To Philenius a flatterer THe Mallarde when she sees the Hauke in haste she hies awaie When horned Harte beholds the Dog no lenger doeth he staie So frende Philenius sugred woords eschue as enmies darte The faunyng flatterer worse then foe doeth smite and make to smarte To Petrus Loue dissimuled VNlesse some worthie woorke in verse I doe present to thee Thou saiest all loue and frendlinesse shall ceasse twixt thee and me Euen when you please I am content a Flie for suche a frende Leude is the loue that doeth not last but startyng taketh ende To Arnus Surfet DOest aske with sundrie sicknesses why men are vexed so By diuers deintie dishes sure diseases diuers growe Our elders that one dishe did vse did healthfull still endure Then skant ten herbes in field were founde an hurte or sore to cure Now hilles and woods and seas are sought all places more and lesse And eke we practise Magicke arte and suche like deuilishnesse And yet our soares excede our salues and needes it must be so For men will rather lose their liues then gluttonie forgoe To Marius Armour and weapon against the deuill AGainst the slie deceiptes of Sathan tyraunt fell â–ª My Marius wouldst thou knowe how to bee fensed well First curet thyne must bee All pride for to expell Thy helmet as thy selfe To loue thy next as well Thy buckler that must bee A chast vnspotted brest Vse patience for thy brigandine when Fortune doeth molest To Cosmicus Curiositie in decking the bodie WIth odours sweete of Siria soile thy garments all doe smell If corps thou washe not thrise adaie thou thinkst it is not well Thy bushe of heare is braided braue and friseled woondrous fine No spot or mole doeth once deforme the comely corps of thyne Doe these beseme a seruaunt of the liuyng Lorde of light No man that setts so by hym self can please the Lorde a right To Pamphilus frendship IF thou doe bid me range abrode by saâ—de or els by seas To pleasure thee I will be preste I nill regarde myne ease No monstrous beast with grashyng chaps in desert that doeth bide Shall me deter nor rumblyng waues of Occian sea so wide Ice scorchyng heate of Sommer hotte stormes that so fearce are thought Rockes ratlyng haile raine all will I contemne and set at nought Perchaunce thou deemst I speake and prate to to outragiouslie Tushe Pamphil what a frende can doe no tongue can speake perdie Repentaunce IF thou wilt haue me deme that thou repentst thee of thy synne To synne a freshe in woonted wise see thou doe not beginne What beast is he whiche beyng washt in waues of flowyng flood Will straite goe haske hym self afreshâ— in durte and dablyng mudde To Propertianus a Niggarde WHo not vouchsafes hymself to helpe Philenis miser he Doest thinke Propercian he will giue they lande he 〈◊〉 thee Who will deceiue hym 〈◊〉 doubt an other will beguile No credite is for to bee giuen vnto a miser vile To Lazarus Vice in honour DOest maruell why myne anger is so greate as now it is My soule lothes Lazarus to liue in suche a worlde as this Who pointed are to punishe synne themselues synne openly This man he spends the Orphants goods this keepes them wrongfully Now Iudges bribed are eche where now hands are gresde apace Now now suborned witnesses all thyngs in piteous case In fine my louyng Lazarus who is not bent to vice They count hym now a coxcombe foole a noddie nothyng wise To Paulus B. Of an harlot BEcause Elisia laughes on thee Paule therefore thou art glad To ioye in ones owne miserie a mischief to to bad Perchaunce she flattereth thee and saieth she neuer will thee leaue Ah neuer credite harlot smothe she alwaies doeth deceaue To Ponticus Examples AWaie with thyne admonishements and speache so pleasaunt fine Muche moue examples Ponticus small moue those woords of thyne An easie matter for to speake but for to doe t is harde Doe as thou saiest els what thou saiest we will not we regarde To Marianus Stable abidyng THou haste begunne the pathe to shunne that leades to vice t is well And for because thou haste doen so my ioye no tongue can tell But yet remember this by th waie not he that doeth beginne But who perseuers to the ende shall glories garlande winne Lithernes IN daies of olde were champions stout That lustie long in healthe helde out
to liue againe K Kepe Counsell close be fast to frende and alwaies knowe thy self E Esteme thou lastyng heauenly ioyes passe not for worldly pelfe N Naught tell that close thou wouldst haue kept greate guile in men doeth lurke D Delight not to deceiue by craft go plainly still to woorke A Abandon vice let vertue guide vile sloth eschue and shun L Learne stil to knowe knowe to liue â–ª and liue to praise the Sonne L Liue in the Lorde so shalt thou liue at last when all is doon A Comparison betwene CHRIST and the POPE TO rule raigne in pompous Pride nought cared Christ at all The Pope by wiles and wicked war subdues both great and small A Crowne of thorne with scratching pricks our Christ did willing weare A triple gorgeous crowne of gold the Pope on hed doth bear Christ washt his poore Disciples feet as sacred Scripture showes The Pope must haue the regall kinges come kisse his spangled toes Christ like a painfull Pastor pure his flocke did feede and fill The Pope in pleasure spends his tyme and liues in riot still Our Sauiour Christ endured paine and sufferd pinchyng want The greate and glorious golden world the Pope sufficeth scant With pacience Christ the Crosse did beare and was content with it The Pope on shoulders borne by men in solemne sort must sit All worldly wealth our Sauiour Christ contemd and set at nought The Pope doth burne with loue of golde as muche as may be thought Our Sauiour Christ did tribute pay as Scripture mention makes The polyng Pope the Clergy plagues and of them tribute takes The Marchaunts from the temple Christ expulst and put away The Pope receiues them willingly and keepes them still for ay Our Christ in quiet pleasing peace did ioy and take delight The Pope in blood and battle bragges and weapons glisteryng bright An humble hart and mildenes meeke in Christ did still abide The furly Pope doth swim in silkes and swell in powtyng pride Our Sauiour Christ had still his hands all naked plaine and bare The Pope hath fingers fraught with ringes and stones both riche and rare Our Sauiour Christ regarded nought this roystyng rich aray The Pope hath maskyng mad attire of gold and purple gay Christ for a Colt an asses fole his two disciples sent And on their homly mantels rude to ride he was content The Pope on Courser hoysted hye through Rome must pricke and iet Whose bridle braue and saddle shines with Pearle and gold befret All Ordenances statutes lawes that Christ did keepe and will All euery one both more and lesse the spightfull Pope doth spill Christ to the golden sky ascends that glitteryng glorious showes The Pope to Pluto plunging packs where fier with brimstone glowes Written in heuines LIke as the wounded wight desires the Surgions hand And as the Creeple lame desireth legges to stand And as one farre on seas for land both longes and lookes And as the thirsty hart desires the water brokes Euen so my soule O God doth long and looke for thee Ay mee alas when shall I come my Sauiour sweet to see An old verse Quod sibi quisque serit praesentis tempore vitae Hoc sibi messis erit cum dicitur ite venite In Englishe thus WHat so eache mortall man doth sow While he on earth doth bide and stay Suche he againe shall reape and mowe When it is sayd aproche away Otherwise WHat so each sowes while he in earth his race doth run Such shall his haruest be when it is said go come To an Epicure WHat profits pleasure thee to day if all to morrow faile Ah wretched caitife ah alas what doth one day auaile A letter written to T. w. gent. when he was scoller in Oxford PEnelope that pearlesse peece of whom you often reed Did neuer loue Vlysses so as I do you indeed For why a thousand thinges there are whiche you haue doon for mee That if I should liue Nestors yeres could scant requited be But yet I trust my chaunce may chaunge the prouerbe old doth say The weake may stand the strong insted a dog may haue a day Till tyme that fortune turne her wheell till thinges do go aright Accept my Wilmer will in worth till welth may debt requite On Saterday I will you send some Lessons for your Lute And for your Citterne eke a few take leaues till time of fruite And thus I end desiring you to let my letter ly Lockt vp in coffer close that none the same but you may spie For like as scriblers loth to haue good Scriueners vew their lynes So practisers mislike to haue good Poets read their rimes Farewell my frend and see you send a letter backe againe So shall I thinke I well did spend my paper pen and payne Verses written to his father when he was scholler in Aeton Scripsit admodum puer WHat merrit parents suche as doe their children set To schoole wherby they may both welth and wisdome get If suche deserue as sure they doe Perpetuall praise and fame Then doutles you O Father deer do merrit euen the same Of Loue. LOue worketh woonders great straunge thinges it bringes to passe It maketh of a prudent man a very doltish asse Of Boner and his brothers FOule Boner with his cursed crue that loued so the Pope Did diuers plague and punishe with the rodde the racke and rope But God be thanked now their force doeth faulter fade and faile Their rods are spent their rackes are rent their ropes no more preuaile Of Pope Alexander 6. HIs Christe his keyes â–ª and altars all doeth Alexander sell Which he maie doe of right and why before thei coste hym well To one of a diuers and straunge nature SOmetyme a lowryng looke thou hast sometyme a laughyng face Now waspishe waâ—ward to doe ought willyng an other space Mournfull now merrie anon now surly sullen sad Powtyng pleasaunt anone againe perte iollie iocunde glad Thou bothe art like Democrit and Heraclitus beside No man without thee can remaine nor with thee well abide Of the workes of Poets AS in a pleasaunt groue or goodly garden grounde Among sweete smellyng flowers some stinkyng weedes are founde Like so in Poets plottes bothe good and bad is sowen Be warie therefore choose the best and let the worste alone How to get the loue bothe of God and men WHo leaues who loues who liues who lends who spares who spies who speakes who spends Shall purchase to hymself the loue of men beneath and God aboue Exposition WHo leaues to lead a lothsome life Who loues the Lazor poore to feede Who liues in loue and hateth strife Who lends who lackes and stands in neâ—de Who spares to spende and waxeth wise Who spies the baite and shuÌ„nes the hookes Who speakes the truthe and hateth lies Who spends his tyme in sacred bookes Hym God hymself in heauen aboue And men beneath shall like and loue A similitude of Idlenes AS water cleare and cleane corrupts and
swimmes in plentie riche and yet desireth more To one that married a foule wife for riches THy wife is foule deformed blacke but storde with coine is she Thou marriedst for thy hands to feele not for thyne eyes to see Of Wine WIne makes men sad and febles forâ—e wine maketh strong and glad If to muche taken be thereof if that a meane be had Of Phisitions THree faces the Phisition hath first as an Angell he â–ª When he is saught next when he helpes a God he semes to be And last of all when he hath made the sicke deseased well And askes his guerdon then he semes an ougly Fiend of hell To an vnskilfull Phisition AChilles with a sword did slaie his foes Thou killest with a hearbe on ground that growes Thee worthier then Achilles I suppose Of a Fishe a Swallowe and an Hare shot through at one shoote an vncertayne Author AN Hare to shunne the gredie Grewnde that did hym ferce pursue Lepte in a riuer thinkyng so to bid the Dog adue An Archer by beholdyng this with Bow there ready bent In hope to hit hym as he swam an Arrowe at hym sent By hap a Swallowe skirde betwene withall vp lept a Roche And so the Hare the birde the fishe his shafte at once did broche To the Rechlesse route NO longer linger leaue delaie tyme swifte awaie doeth runne Repent betyme no man knowes when the latter daie shall come Of Wiuyng A Marryng for to marrie still thus all men all doe saie Thus saie thei still yet wittyngly men marrie euery daie Tyme doeth all THe huge greate Oke was once a plant a whelpe the Lion fell And famous learned Cicero once learnde his words to spell Be aduised ere thou speake THe woorde that once hath past thy lips can not be calld agen Aduisde be therefore how thou speakst to whom what where and when To one furious and full of Pride IF Seneca of auncient tyme or Terence had thee seen Thou wouldst haue Senecs Aiax feirce and Terence Thraso been To Henry Kneuet gent. I Knowe not where the Poets faine the Muses for to bee But this I knowe my Kneuet sure they tarrie still with thee Idem est pauperibus diuitibusque Deus THe beggars and the biggers birth and ende all one for aye As deare to God the selie swaine as he that beareth swaie To Markes a marker of faultes MArkes marke what I shall saie to thee the truthe I tell thee plaine If Markes thou marke me any more I shall thee marke againe To the Pope THy harte is on thy halfpenie horse harlotts haukes and hounds No recknyng of Religion made where vice so muche abounds To a sweete mouthed minion EChe curious cate eche costly dishe your daintie tooth must taste Ne lickes ne likes your lippes the meate where pleasure none is plaste Fine venzon fatte must be your foode Larke Partridge Plouer Quaile A likerishe lip a likerishe lap as tongue is so is taile A verse wherein the numerall letters shewe the yere of the Lorde when the Queene began her raigne ouer this Realme THe pope eke aL hIs PaVLtrIe trashe VVas banIsht qVIght anD CLeen â–ª VVhen nobLe faIre ELIzabeth VVas CroVnD fIrst engLIshe qVeen Nouembris 17. 1558 A Rime against ROME ROme couetous for coine doeth call She empties coffer pouche and all If thou doe let thy purse alone From Pope and patriarkes thence be gone But if with pence thou plie them still And if their chests with coine thou fill Absolue thei will and pardon thee How faultie foule so ere thou bee Ho God be here whose there a maide What comst thou for to craue your aide Hast coine naie croslesse cleane then kepe thee there I haue how muche enough then come thou nere To one named Loue. I Loue the Loue my loue loue me my loue therefore And when I leaue to loue my loue then let me liue no more To a common Bragger THou sturdie calst thy self but thou canst better farte then fight Put S awaie and what thou art thou then declarest right A prettie similitude LIke as the beggar hides his skinne where it is faire and white And will not open any place that whole maie seem to sight But contrary his lothsome soares he shewes for men to vewe His bloudie cloutes and rotten raggs that all might on hym rewe So ne should we of our good deedes or bragge or boaste at all Before the Lorde but shewe our synnes and so for mercie call Of a certayne Ruffian A Smithfield Ruffian in a fray as feircely he did fight Was of the hand that held his sword by sworde dispatched quight Whiche whipt away in suche a sorte as sone as he did see Flingyng his dagger at his fo nay then take all sayd he Of a certayne Ciuilian THou calst thy selfe Ciuilian thou art not full so muche If Ci. be out as then remaines in deede thy name is suche Of a Lawyer THou saist thou art a Lawyer the letters two next L Put out and then the rest declares thy name and nature well To one that sayd he was a Lawyer almost THou saist thou art a Lawier almost thou dost not iest Put letters two next L. away and then thou art the rest Agayne of a Lawyer THou saist that for Lawier then thee none may be better Nor none so good say I put out the third and second letter Ridyng by the way with a gentleman and beyng Demaunded by hym the difference betwene their horses he thus answered extempore THe difference dost thou aske betwene thy horse and myne What difference twixt a ioltyng Iade and Palfray amblyng fine Wrytten to a frend in hys extreme sicknesse MY Titus if thou hast thy health then shall I greatly Ioy As for my selfe I am in health if health be sicke anoye I pine God helpe in feuer falne a wretche of wretches I Farewell vnlesse the highest helpe my dayes are done I dye An Epitaph vppon the death of M. Ihon Bradford NO Scholler ought or must aboue his master be Who so doth serue and honour God great troubles suffers he Eache sonne the Lord doth loue he beates and scourgeth ay Vnpleasant hard and strait the path to heauen that leades the way These saiynges blessed Bradford while thou didst reuolue in minde The thundryng threates of wicked wights their cruelties vnkind Their flatteries fair their force their fraud thou nothing didst set by But didst yeld vp with willyng hart thy Corps in fier to frie. A prancke of Pope Iulius 3. about a Peacocke A Certaine Pope that Iulius hight at dinner on a time Vppon his table placed had a daintie Peacocke fine Which though it were a daintie dishe he could not tutche as then Wherefore go take this same away he said vnto his men And keepe it cold till supper tyme. and see in Garden fair I suppe at night for vnto mee as then will guests repair When Supper tyme approched was among his sumptuous meat And Peacockes whot his Peacocke cold he saw