was a boye with boyes these toyes I did indite Tushe tushe thei foolishe are thou saiest I graunt thei are in deede But where are thy wise wondrous workes now where are thei to reede To his Cosen IHON KENDALL MY Kendall cosen deare and frende all thyngs kend of thee bee Of thee the Scriptures all are kend is not all kend of thee He whiche knowes all knowes not Christ naught knowes he this is plaine Ken all of Christ whiche is the hiest and count the rest as vaine To his dere brother IHON SHEPPARD gent. of Grayes Inne MY brother deere my hope my chere my trusty Sheppard true The surest Sheppard I can finde among the Sheppards crue By name thou art a Sheppard sure a Sheppard eak in deed A happy Sheppard I thee finde to mee in all my neede So long as thou my Sheppard art in lacke I can not liue To pasture greene by pleasant brokes thou daily dost mee driue Thou plaist the part of pastor pure thou keepst me in the way Thou wilt not let mee wander wilde in wildernes astray Thou wilt not let me set my foote in Popishe path to tred Thou dost abhorre as Plutos Pit his mitred monsters hed Persist good brother in the race thou hast begun to runne Serue God so as thou daily dost the snares of Sathan shunne Fight like a valiant Sheppard stout against the Woulfe of hell Feede like a Pastor pure the poore so as thou hast done well So shall the Lord be Sheppard thine and pay thee double twice And bryng thee to the pasture pure of princely paradice An Epitaphe vppon the death of the right wise and worthy Matron the Lady ALSE AVENON IF that a modest Matrones misse should moned be with cryes Then shreek and cry for her alone that here engraued lyes If for to wayle the want and losse of suche a Matrone rare It be a fault for her alone your cryes and shreeches sparâ— An EPITAPHE vppon the death of his deere Mother ALSE KENDALL Which died and lieth buried at Northaston LO here she lyes whose honest life perpetuall praise deservd Lo here she lyes whose life well led from vertue neuer swervde Lo here she lyes whiche livd in loue still with her linked feer Lo here she lyes whiche while she livd still held her children deer Lo here she lyes whiche lovd her frend and hated not her fo Lo here she lyes that was belovd of all sortes hye and low Lo here she lyes that alwaies lovd her neighbour as her selfe Lo here she lyes that more esteemd of heauen then worldly pelfe Lo here she lyes whiche hated lies and lovd to tell thee trâ—th Lo here she lyes whiche gaue the poore both mony meat and cloth For fine in few wilt haue declarde of euery man the mind Here lyes ALICE KENDALL worthy wife the flower of woman kind Here lyes her bones hard crusht with stones in life lame were her lims Now dead her soule in siluer stremes of Sollace sweetly swimmes ¶ An Epitaphe vpon the death of his deare father William Kendall which died beyng cut of the stone and lyes buried at Northaston in Oxford shire HEre lies he dead with stones opprest whom stones opprest in life Aye me that he was forste to dye by dint of deadly knife Wo worthe the wretche that ript his fleshe yet wretche why saie I so Sith needs he would suche torments trie to ende his paine and woe The life he lidve was sure no life but euen a death in life And therefore pluckyng pangs he provde of cutters caruyng knife He thought by pluckyng pinchyng pangs to ende his pinyng paines He thought to rid the ragged stone that tide hym so in chaines But out alas he ridde his life oh grisly gripyng greef He was dispatched of his life and I of my releef Ah farewell father myne moste deare in earth we parte with paine Northaston wants thee wailes and wepes wishyng for thee againe We want and wishe we waile and weepe we mourne alas and misse Thou ne doest mourne nor missest ought now plaste in heauenly blisse My losse I doe lament and yet I ioye for gaine of thine I loste a father thou hast gainde perpetuall ioyes deuine An Epitaph vpon the death of his deare aunt ELLEN KENDALL which died and lyes buried at BLOXAM HEre Ellen lies lapt vp in earth whiche alwaies liude to dye And died to liue to liue againe in lastyng ioyes on hye Aye me when wretche I first gan liue then gan she life to leaue I thought to reape greate ioye by her but she did me deceaue She more esteemde of heauen then earth and therefore God did giue Heauen vnto her she hopte for heauen now she in heauen doeth liue Ah farewell Aunte thou gauste me life I sukte thy tender breste Thou diddest rocke me when a babe in cradle I did reste And haue I lost thee now so sone no force greate is thy gaine In heauen we shall with pleasure meete though here we parte with paine Still diddst thou liue the Lorde to loue and thou didst loue to liue Still with the Lorde and now the Lorde vnto thee life doeth giue Lo LIVE AND LOVE this lesson learne you that in earth remaine That when you leaue to liue you maie obtaine to liue againe THRENODIA ¶ A sorrowfull Sonet vpon the death of Walter late Erle of Essex THe Primrose cheef of princely peeres the Starre of Englande bright The Prince of perfect pietie the Diamonde of delight O dogged Death by direfull darte from Englande thou hast refte Our sollace thou hast taâ—e awaie and vs in sorrowe lefte We lothe to liue and yet we loue to liue alone for this That we maie waile this worthies want whom we so sore doe misse Ah farewell Erle moste excellent for thee doeth Englande weepe The Prince the peeres the people shreke in Death to see thee sleepe Thy corps is clapt in cloddes of claie thy soule is soard on hye With sainctes aboue the clusteryng cloudes to pearche perpetually Post cineres virtus viuere sola facit ¶ Imprinted at LONDON in Paules Churche yarde at the Signe of the Brasen Serpent by Ihon Shepperd Anno. 1577. MARTIALIS Dulcia defecta modulatur carmina lingua Cantator Cygnus funeris ipse sui Charus Carus Mendicus Graia beyng her surname in Laten signifieth a Grecian Martial SalamaÌ„der
see where she could sincke or swim The same otherwise AVlus daughter twentie shillings charge eche yere was vnto hym He drownde her askt wherefore he saied she would vndoe hym Of Asclepiades a greedie carle ASclepiad that gredie carle by fortune founde a Mouse As he about his lodgyng lookt within his niggishe house The chidyng chuffe began to chafe and sparefull of his chere Demaunded of the selie beast and saied what makst thou here You neede not stande in feare good frende the smilyng Mouse replide I come not to deuour your cates but in your house to bide A long beard makes not a Philosopher IF so a long downe danglyng beard doe make a prudent man The bearded beast that hights the Gote maie bee a Plato than To one lame and loutishe THy lyms are lame so is thy mynde thy outward forme bewraies Thy properties how inwardly thou art disposde alwaies Cassander his Epitaphe SIth that a mortall borne thou art in daunger still to die Accompt of naught as though thou shouldst liue here continuallie For all must packe of slipperie life vncertaine is the staie Death will vs by the shoulders shake no helpe we must obaye Cassander here lies refte of life faste grasped in his graue Yet for his wisedome he deservde for euer life to haue Timocritus his Epitaphe TImocritus a warriar stoute Loe lies engraued here Mars spares not valiaunt champions stoute But dastards that doe feare Aristomenes THou messenger to Ioue on high thou Egle swift of flight On Aristomenes his toumbe declare why doest thou light By this I giue to vnderstande that as all birds I passe So he did all men farre surmount while here a liue he was The fearfull Doues doe haunt the toombes whiche hartlesse dastards hide But where are buried champions bolde I loue for to abide Calimachus THe frounyng fates haue taken hence Calimachus a childe Fiue yeres of age ah well is he from cruell care exilde What though he livd but little tyme waile nought for that at all For as his yeres not many were so were his troubles small Olde age longed for yet lothed EChe one doeth seeke and wishe for age all while it is awaie And fewe doe come for to be olde whiche for olde age doe praie When age yet comes eche doeth â—t lothe and all doe it detest So still we lothe our present state deming the absent best Death euerywhere HEre buried lies a Mariner and here a Corridon So on the sea and one the lande death riddeth all is one It matters not where a man dye IT makes no matter where thou die the waie to heauen on hie From euery countrey is a like be it farre of or nie Liuyng on the Seas SHunne thou the seas whiche brede vnease and quiet liue on lande If thou desire in happie healthe to florishe long and stande Long life the lande doeth alwaies lende the seas make shorte our yeres Vpon the seas are seldome seen olde men with hoarie heares Of Diogenes A Sachell and a staiyng staffe an homelie mantell these Were acceptable to the life of wise Diogenes Opinion GReate force in thyngs Opinion hath thou curteous art in deede What then if otherwise men thinke they surely will thee speede As once the men of Crete vnkinde did Philolaus slaie Because they falsly demde and thought he would the tyraunt plaie Epictetus MY name did Epictetus hight a bonde-man borne was I In bodie lame as Irus poore a frende to Gods on hie To Gabriel A Painter painted Phaëton he painted eke the Sunne But no light could the Painter paint when all was made and doon Like so renouned Gabriel a Painter painted trim Thy face and visage but thy mynde could not be made by hym Myrons Cowe THe Cowe of brasse that Myron made by arte and cunnyng skill If entrailes she had had she would haue loowde bothe loude and shrill Venus to Praxiteles KYng Priams sonne Anchises eke with my Adonis dere Behelde me nakt these onely three Praxiteles but where Of Venus in armour WHy hast thou Venus tell God Mars his armour on Suche boisterous stuffe why doest thou put thy tender corps vppon Mars mightie thou dydst conquer quight starke naked stripped cleane To come to men thus armed then I muse what doest thou meane Of Cinyras a Fisher. VNto the Nimphes olde Cinyras hath dedicate his Nette To beate the brookes and firke the fishe old age now doeth hym lette Wherefore you fishes sport your selues and through the waters skimme For now that Cinyras is doone you safe in seas maie swimme Biton BIton all vnderneth this tree three guiftes doeth offer here To Pan a Goate flowees to the Nimphes to Bacchus God a spere Ye Gods accept them thankfullie and make to prospere still His cattell Pan his waters Nimphes Bacchus his grounde to till Of Alcon an Archer A Sire that Alcon hight behelde his sonne embrast Of Serpent readie to bee rent he tooke his bowe in hast And shotte with cunnyng skill so straite that he the Serpent kilde And savde his selie childe whiche els the scrawlyng Snake had spilde Thus when the Snake was slaine his sonne eke saued from annoye He hunge his quiuer on a bough reuivde with double ioye Timon his Epitaphe MY wretched caitiffe daies Expired now and past My carren corps entered here Is graspt in grounde In weltryng waues of swellyng seas by sourges caste My name if thou desire the Gods thee doe confounde THEODORVS BEZA VEZELIVS An Epitaphe vppon the death of William Budaeus an excellent learned man of our tyme who died at Paris in Fraunce Anno. M. D.XL.XII Cal. Septemb. BVaeVS onely one alone of wondrous arte and skill Hath made the earth the heauens men beholden to hym still To haughtie heauens he hath bequethd his soule his corps to ground And vnto vs he hath bequethd his worthy workes profound So poore from hence he did depart for naught he left hymselfe But better far this pouertie perdie then wordly pelfe An other Epitaphe of the same Budaeus ALL men bewaild Budaeus death the ayre did also mone The brawlyng brookes eke wept because Budaeus good was gone So men did waile that euery where were papers printed seen Of Verses Threnes and Epitaphes full fraught with teares of teene From ayre so dropt the rayny teares that shed was euery shower So that no drop remaynd behind vppon the earth to powr So wept the waters that wheras before were Barges borne There now might whirling wagons runne to dust the waues were worne Now heauen and earth remaines behinde these two alone except There nothyng was in all the world but for Budaeus wept But sith the heauens posses his soule and still posses it shall The earth his corps what cause haue they wherefore to weepe at all An Epitaphe vppon the death of Katharina Texea WHo lieth lodged here belowe perchaunce thou reader faine wouldst knowe And I my selfe would gladly tell but that her name I know not well And maruell none at all
he durst not disobaie The theues were silent husht and thus the Monke began to saie The liues the labours eke of theeues I must commende perdie The toile thei take by lande and lake doth leade to loftie skie For Christ hym self by lande and sea did trauell farre and nere And neuer rested in one place as doeth by bookes appere So you my maisters roue and range abroade from place to place Still still you walke your stations not restyng any space Christ neuer plowde the clottered soile nor vsed seede to sowe Yet did he liue and lacked naught you liue and lacke you no What more vnto you should I saie to iudgement brought was he And he condemned was to death so likewise you shall be Christ likewise he was fixt on crosse and hangde in sight of all And thinke you you shall not be hangde yes trust to it you shall Among the goblins blacke of hell descended Christ belowe And you emong the grisly fiends to hell must likewise goe Christ beyng thence returnde againe on Gods right hande doeth sitte But you shall neuer thence returne once plungde in Plutos pitte To Andreas Goueanus his brother I Brother caught an Hare He fell to your share Who caught this Hare declare Againe I Brother caught an Hare it fell to your lot To eate hym so an Hare I loste and so an Hare I got To Zebedeus NE woords of men nor yet the Senators decree Can make thee laie awaie thy heard so faire it seemes to thee The man whose beard hym noble makes he is not noble he But who his beard nobilitates he noble seemes to mee CLAVDIVS ROSELETTVS A Lute of fir tree IN Forrest when I livd I had no sound nor voyce But made a Lute with siluer sound mens hartes I do reioyce Against womens lightnes THe Plume the Pumice stone the ayre in lightnes doe surpasse The Plume the Pumice stone the ayre in lightnes women passe To Syluius a louely lad but lewdly liued IN all thy body bewty shines thy forhed shineth fair Thy mouth doth shine thy nose thy chin thy glisteryng golden hayre But Syluius as a stinkyng sinke thy brest is foule within Thy mynd is spotted spatted spilt thy soule is soyld with sinne Ah painted Toomb stuft full of stink more lothsum nought we finde Than he that faire hath all thinges saue his manners and his mynd The Back SHe skirryng flittereth as a byrd and as a beast she goth Fourfooted and yet nether she is counted of them both She feedes breedes her yong with milke she layes ne hatches eggs Blacke lether wings and teeth she hath twoo lipps and also leggs To a towardly yong man. ALthough the roote of Vertue seeme bitter to thee in taste Yet doe not spit it out the frute shall pleasant be at last To a certaine Barber IF but to shaue my beard alone I Peter sent for thee Together both of purse and berd why hast thou shauen mee Against a Churle or thankles person A Cuntry wight with pitty prickt as writers earst haue told Tooke vp a Snake rakt vp in snow quight curld almost with cold And plast hym in his bosom warme againe to life once brought He strikes and stings the man to death that for hym so had wrought Vnthankfull as thou art euen so thy frend thou dost requite Thou givst hym for a Pearch receavd a Scorpion that doth bite To a Theef THy feete are slow thy speach is slow thy mynd and all is slow But sure thy hands to filche and steal they be not slow I knowe When as thy filchyng fingers false to pick thou doth prepare Remember still what punishments for theeues ordayned are An Epitaphe of an excellent Shipmaster or Pilote NEptune on Sea gaue luck to thee Mars made thee strong on land to be Now ioye thou hast with Ioue on hye aboue the glisteryng golden skye Great once wast thou on sea and land now great in heuen where starres do stand CLAVDIVS CLAVDIANVS Of a Bore and a Lion. THe cruell Bore and Lyon curst together fierce did fight The Bore of bristles bragd in maine did lye the Lions might Mars one the other Cibel laudes fightyng in bloudie broile Bothe kept on MouÌ„taines bothe wer foâ—ld by Hercules his toyle Of a poore man in loue ME pinchyng penurie doeth paine and Cupid wounds my harte I hunger can abide but not of loue the bitter smarte I liue and lacke I liue and loue want doeth men sore annoye But sorer muche the frantick flames of Cupid blinded boye IACOBVS ROGERIVS Vnder Hercules painted spinnyng WHat brynges not loue to passe what doeth not loue constraine It causd stoute Hercules to spinne by whom were monsters slaine Against the riche vnlearned out of Laertius WHat tyme Diogines a dolte in purple did beholde I see saied he a selie shepe in fell and fleece of golde Of three Grecians writers of Tragedies THree Grecian Poets tragicall did leaue their liues and dye Moste straungely as the stories of the Grecians testifie The firste ycleped Sophocles as writers sundrie saie Was chockt with kurnell of a grape that in his throate did staie Euripides the seconde that from women did refraine By cursed hap with cruell curres was all to torne and slaine Now Aeschilus the thirde and laste an Egle from an hye Let fall a shell vppon his pate whiche kilde hym by and by GEORGIVS BVCHANANVS SCOTVS Of Rome I Nothyng muse a Shepheard doeth in Rome the scepter holde Sith that a Shepheard built the same as sundrie bookes haue tolde And sith the founder of the same with Wouluishe milke was fedde I maruell nothyng I at all though Rome of Woulues be spedde But this me thinketh wondrous straunge that safe a flocke should rest In Rome with rauenyng murdryng woulues and neuer be opprest Against Pope Pius POpe Pius heauen for money solde Death will not let hym staie In yearth then needes to hell belowe Pope P. must take his waie Fratres EXTRA MVNDVM THese Omnia Munda doe defile with finger taile and tong In Mundo merito thei saie thei dwell not men among H. STEPHANVS Of Auctus a swilbole ALone to taste vp Auctus quast a bole with wine full fraught Ne was he yet content with this but askt an other draught The gobler was not washt he saied and bad them fill againe Whiche doen he drinkes a freshe and letts no drop behinde remaine Now that so muche he doeth require alone to taste and trie How muche trowe you will he desire attacht with thirst and drie Of the booke whiche Vincentius Obsopoeus wrote of the feat of drinkyng WHy doest the Germans teache that arte in whiche thei skilfull bee Why are so many Doctors tell made schollers vnto thee Gul bib and bole carouse and quaffe eche can in Germany Thou shouldst haue taught theÌ„ rather then the waie how to be drie Of Aulus WHat Aulus doeth I doe not aske but whether of these twoo Or drinke or slepe for nothyng els doeth Aulus vse to
of fight And oftentymes he vseth eyes of glasse clere glistering bright Now sith that Furnus hath foure eyes and well decerneth still It makes mee muse and maruaile much why still hee sees so ill His wife is wicked wanton still whiche he doth neuer see Foole Furnus doth not see so well but sure as ill sees hee Of Pope Innocent 8. Eyght boyes Pope Nocent did â—eger as many maides in all O Rome most iustly maist thou sure this Pope a father call Of Alexander 6. and his daughter Lucretia NO gelding Alexander was now dost thou aske mee why Lewd Lucrece was his daughter and his wife with him to lye Against Claudia TWo kisses Bossus askt of thee when I in prensence was He would haue geuen mony to of him thou didst not passe Thou giuste no kisses openly close thou dost kisse amayne Of kisses thou to sparing art to lauishe eke againe To Dauid Whitehed VNto mee Willobey doth write that Podagra the gowt Doth paine thee still but Chiragra doth payne thee out of dout The first remaineth in the feet the second in the fiste Thou canst not write to mee but go well canst thou if thou list To Leopoldus I Haue thee promisde muche thou â—aiâ—â— â–ª what now declare to mee What I haue promisd I will giue I nothing promisde thee Against Gaspus whiche with one draught of wine or ale would be made drunke GAspus if thou wilt not be drunke then marke what I shall say When as thou drinkest drinke thou of an empty cup alway Against Colt a Preist THose that deeme Colt hath nothing done they greatly are beguild He hath done somwhat he hath plaid the colt and got a child To the Reader IF so but six good Epigrams in all my booke there be Then all is not pild paultrie stuffe whiche reader thou doost see But if six good thou do not finde refuse then all the rest And let them serue to wipe thy tayle if so thou thinke it best To the Reader SVfficient now nay to to muche I trifled haue with thee Farewell good reader here an end no more I le troublous be Ludicra per verbares saepè notatâ—r acerba M. ROGER ASCHAM The sentence whiche Darius Kyng of Persia commaunded to bee engrauen on his Toumbe DARIVS the Kyng lieth buried here Who in riding shoting had neuer pere The gracelesse grace of the Court. TO laugh to lye to flatter to face Fower waies in Coure to win meÌ„ grace If thou bee thrall to none of theese Away good Pekegoose hence Ihon Cheese Marke well my worde marke their deede And thinke this verse parte of thy Creede A verse of Homer translated into Englishe by M. Watson ALL trauelers do gladly report great praise of Vlysses For that he knewe many mens maners and saw many cities Of the herbe Moly translated out of Homer NO mortall man with sweat of brow or toile of minde But onely God who can do al that herbe doeth finde Of Newters NOw newe now old now bothe now neither To serue the worldes course thei care not with whether Master Aschams lamentation for the death of master Ihon Whitney MYne owne Ihon Whitney now farewell now Death doeth part vs twaine No Death but partyng for a while whom life shall ioyne againe Therefore my harte cease sighes and sobbes cease sorrowes seede to sowe Whereof no gaine but greater greef and hurtfull care maie growe Yet when I thinke vpon suche guiftes of grace as God hym lent My losse his gaine I must awhile with ioyfull teares lament Yong yeres to yeeld suche fruite in Courte where seede of vice is sowne Is sometyme redde in some place seen amongst vs seldome knowne His life he lead Christs lore to learne with will to woorke the same He read to knowe and knewe to liue and liude to praise his name So fast to frende so foe to fewe so good to euery wight I maie well wishe but scarsly hope againe to haue in sight The greater ioye his life to me his death the greater paine His life in Christ so surely set doeth glad my harte againe His life so good his death better doe mingle mirthe with care My spirite with ioye my fleshe with greef so deare a frende to spare Thus God the good while thei be good doeth take and leaues vs ill That we should mende our synfull liues in life to tarry still Thus we well left be better reft in heauen to take his place That by like life and death at last we maie obtaine like grace Myne owne Ihon Whitney againe farewell a while thus parte in twaine Whom pain doeth part in yearth in heauen greate ioye shall ioyne againe A golden sentence out of Hesiodus THat man in wisedome passeth all to knowe the beste who hath a head And meetly wise eke counted shall Who yeelds hym self to wise mennes read Who hath no witte nor none will heare Among all fooles the bell maie beare A verse of Homer WHat follies so euer greate princes make The people therefore doe goe to wracke An excellent saiyng of Homer WHo either in earnest or in sporte doeth frame hymself after suche sort This thyng to thinke and that to tell my harte abhorreth as gate to hell A saiyng of Adraâ—tus out of Euripides WHat thyng a man in tender age hath moste in vre That same to death alwaies to kepe he shal be sure Therefore in age who greately longs good fruite to mow In youth he must hym self apply good seede to sowe FINIS TRIFLES BY TIMOTHE KENDAL deuised and written for the moste part at sundrie tymes in his yong and tender age Tamen est laudanda voluntas CORNELIVS GALLVS Diuersos diuersa iuuant non omnibus annis omnia conueniunt res prius apta nocet Exultat leuitate puer grauitate senectus inter vtruÌ„que manens stat iuuenile decus Hunc tacitum tristemque decet fit clarior ille laetitia linguae garrulitate suae ¶ THE AVTHOR TO HIS Pamphlets and Trifles BOrbon in France beares bell awaie for writyng trifles there In Englande Parkhurst praysed is for writyng trifles here Now sith that these were learned bothe and trifles did indite Shall I now shame of youthfull daies my triflyng toyes to write No sure I blushe not hence my booke let all men read thy verse Graue men graue matters sportfull youth must sportfull toyes rehearse Now reader lende thy listnyng eare and after syngyng Larke Content thy self of chattyng Crowe some homely notes to marke The Author to hymself T To serue thy God thy Prince thy soile endeuour all thy life I In peace delight seke still to staie the stormes of sturdie strife M Make muche of Modestie be meke take heede to clime to hye O Offende not one be true in harte all filthy flattery flie T Take tyme in tyme teÌ„per thy tongue from filthy talke refraine H Helpe haplesse men hope for heauen by pacience conquer paine E Eate so to liue liue so to die die so