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A04794	Flovvers of epigrammes, out of sundrie the moste singular authours selected, as well auncient as late writers. Pleasant and profitable to the expert readers of quicke capacitie: by Timothe Kendall, late of the Vniuersitie of Oxford: now student of Staple Inne in London	Kendall, Timothy, fl. 1577.	1577 (1577)	STC 14927; ESTC S107994	86,662	304

translated out of the first booke of Greke Epigrams THy picture Craesus kyng that didst for riches all excell Vnciuill rude Diogines behelde beneth in hell And vewyng it aloofe he laught as though his harte would breake At laste when he had laught his fill he thus began to speake O foolishe Craesus what auailes now all thy paultrie pelfe Sith now thou poorer art then poore Diogines hym self For what was myne I bare with me when selie Craesus poore Thou penilesse didst packe from hence for all thy hugy store Of the drinke DODRA Which is made of nine thinges I Dodra hight How so nine thinges do go to makyng mine Which they ioyce water hony bread spice hearbes salt oyle and wine Against tvvo sisters of diuers conditions WE muse and maruell Delia muche and that with cause to see That there suche difference is betwixt thy sister she and thee She chaste doth seeme vnchaste indeede because of her araie Thou chast indeede dost seeme vnchast for garments thine so gay Though thou be spotles pure in life thoug she haue honest weedes Yet garments thyne dishonest thee and her her noughtie deedes Of a sluggard THe luske in health is worser farre then he that keepes his bed T is twise so much that he deuoures of beare of beafe and bread Of the riche and poore man. HE is not riche which plenty doth posces Ne is he poore that nothing hath at all And of them both the pooremās nede is lesse as by the sequel proued see you shal The riche of Precious stones doth stande in neede the poore of graine to helpe hym in distres So sith the poore riche both want indeede of both their nedes that poremās nede is lesse Of his deare deceased THree graces fayre there were but while my Lesbia did remaine Foure were there and now she is gone there are but three agayne MICHAEL TARCHAMOTA MARVLLVS To Neaera MY sweete you aske what life I liue Euen suche a life as you me giue Distressed dolefull barde from reste As bad as well can be expreste This is the life for certaintee That you my deare doe giue to me You doe demaunde my deare beside What mates a daies with me abide Cares sicknesse pale and greef of harte Paine twitching throwes scalding smart Sighes sobbes and teares and great vnrest As bad as well can be exprest Companions these and mates of mine These you my deare to me assine ANDREAS DACTIVS Of hym self and his frende LIke as the bough doeth bud and branche ▪ knit to his bodie faste And pluckt awaie doeth sone decaie drie wither dye and waste Euen so by thee I stande or fall I liue or dye by thee For vnto thee I am the bough and thou the stocke to me IOANNIS BAPTISTA PIGNA Of Naijs WHen as the Sunne doeth shine if Naijs hide her face Then Phoebus dies and all the feelds lament in dolefull cace When as the Sunne doeth shroude if Naijs faire appere Then darknesse dies and all the feelds reioyce with gladsome chere CAELIVS RHODIGINVS How a man should prepare to dye GOod ende if thou desire then well to liue thy self applie A happie life if thou desire remember still to die Piscarius his Epitaphe WHo vnder this same Marble colde engraued lyes expresse A Fisher greate in warre a Mars and one that loued peace What caught he fishe declare me no. what then I praie thee tell Townes cities kingdoms kings thēselues haught stoute that did excell How caught this Fisher these declare by what deuised netts By counsell deepe by courage greate by strength that all thyngs getts Who conquerd this stout Duke at last Mars Mors twoo Gods of might What was the cause that them constrainde vile enuious hellishe spight They hurte hym nought for still doeth liue his fame and glorie bright Whiche is of force bothe Mars and Mors and all to put to flight GEORGIVS SABINVS Of the discorde of Princes TWo thrushes falne at variaunce together feirce do fight Eache seekes the other for to foyle by strugling strength and might The Hawke their cruell enimie beholdyng them at square In cruell clutches caught them both and them to peaces tare So christian princes while they be betwene themselues at bate In comes the tyrant Turke their fo and spoyles them of their state To a Lasse lamentyng of her mother the losse IN wayling the departure of thy louyng mother deere In ragyng sort why dost thou rend and hale from head thyne heare O spare thy locks thou lewde and cease to pull thy pace Dost thinke by baldnes pilde thy dolor to abate Of a Painter A pleasant and mery iest A Painter once that was a Zeuxis for his skill Had children foule deformed blacke and of complexion ill His wife spake to hym thus in sport vpon a certen tyme Why dost thou plant so naughtly tell and paint so fayre and fine O wife quoth he you knowe I plant in darkenes all the night But paint I doe when Phoebus raies do cast a radiant light A mery iest of a scattergood WHat tyme a certen skattergood within his gates by night Did entryng see a pilfring knaue somethyng to steale and pike Thou art besnerd here in the night to looke for ought quoth he For I my selfe when Phoebus bright doth shine can nothyng see A Iest of a Iester A Scoffer fine was wont somtime in iest to euery wight Still to rehearse Menalcas verse of whom doth Maro write I le make that none with talkyng tongue henceforth thou shalt abuse This verse of Vergil still in sport and Iestyng he would vse But so it chaunced at the last for many a knauishe parte He was compeld by throtlyng cord of death to byde the smart And brought to place where he should bide the pinching pangs of death The halter tide the hangman horst prepard to stop his breath The hangman puttyng ore his head the halter as they vse Said I le make that none by talkyng tongue hencefoorth thou shalt abuse ANGERIANVS To the Rose THou Rose so faire doest quickly fade so forme fades quickly sure Then thou faire Rose beautie braue a like tyme doe endure To his Image MY portrature so liuely wrought tell me who fashioned thee How passyng right resemblest thou the countenaunce of me Thou lookest pale pale eke looke I thou blinde I also blinde Aye me no mynde hast thou at all I likewise haue no minde No life hast thou no life haue I thou dumbe canst nothyng speake Aye me my tongue ne talkes at all I dumbe and speachlesse eake No harte doeth harber in thy breast I hartlesse am againe Thou bidest vnaccompanied so likewise I remaine Of fadyng paper thou compacte that quickly doeth decaie My bodie eke but brittle barke vnstedfast still doeth staie Thou as a shadowe of my corps enduerst but little tyme A fadyng shadowe followes still likewise the corps of myne Thou feble sone doest fade and faile long maie not I remaine To duste and pouder

For why of them was slurgyng slothe And gluttonie auoided bothe Now deintie dishes hasten death And bedds bereue our bodies breath To Larius Infirmities THe greuous gouce putts thee to paine From women cares and wine refraine This sicknesse sore and greef of thine Maie bryng to passe that lawe deuine Could neuer bryng to passe in thee A newe man this male make thee bee This greef thee vnto God maie winne With doloures ioyes doe ofte beginne To Maximus a M●se● THis is thy cast still Maximus th●● is lest euermore Because thou wilt not spende thy goods thou sparst to feede the poore Ah caitiffe ●arle how art thou witcht with blinde desire of gaine Knowest not that carkyng couetousnesse bryngs hell and ho●lyng paine The carle charletts the poore to pine and saues his paultrie pelfe What seekes he but to spa●e his goods and quight to spill hym selfe Luste vnsatiate BLacke Proserpine hath neuer suckt of humaine bloud her fill The drie vnsaciable ground doth thurst for moysture still And though thou caste and neuer ceasse whole forrests in the fire It saies not ho for more it calles more still it doth desire So gredy lust vnsatiate doth not contented bide Vntill it hath destroid the corps and eke the soule beside To Ollus Patience NE teares auaile the ●ieke indence nor those in graue now d●d Ne pearcyng plaintes when ship is sunk stande Mariners 〈…〉 So fades no whit thy furie Oll when thou dost rage and rore But rather through thy greu●us as grones augments it more and more What thou dost suffer take in worth and heare with patient minde What thou dost beare against thy will more lodesome shalt thou finde To Iacobus Melitus Detraction LEad still a godly life well still thy selfe behaue Yet thee shall wicked tongues reproche and eke depraue It is the pastime and delight Of Zoyles at good men still to spight To Vincentius Nouatus shunsloth IF thou Vincentius carest for the health that still doth laste Then farre from thee continually see sluggish sloth thou cast When basking slothfull in the sunne the fiend his foe doth see Then then with mightie hand alwaies to weapon runneth he But whom he sees to labor prest theim lets he still alone He labor lothes and loues the luske to ease and pleasure prone To Flaccus Extortioners Cormorauntes ONe sillie drop of water askt the glotton greedie gorche With humble sute to swage the heat that so his tonge did scorche Yet neuer robd he as I reed the poore of ought hym selfe to feed If that be cause he would not giue thus plaugd the riche man was With torments suche in hell what sh●ll become of them alas That nothyng giue but still oppresse poore widdowes and the fatherles To Marullus Almesdeedes DOost feare that God will angrie be and turne away his face from thee Marullus mine I will ther tell a waye how to be safe and well Thy face turne thou not from the poore God like for like payes euermore The good man feareth nought IF fortune doe but bend the browe and ner so little strike Thou out of courage straight art dasht I neuer saw the like And yet thou countst thy selfe for good but by no reason sure For goodmen they with manly harts do all mishaps indure Let murdring Mars be modie mad let fire and flame destroie Let frettyng famin pine and paine let mischefes all annoye With stout coragious minds all thinges good honest men sustaine Knowyng that hereby onely they their hauen and heuen obtaine By miseries and daungers great by death it selfe we goe Vnto the sweete celestiall coast where pleasures all do flowe To Doinisius Feb. The holy Scripture ALl thinges the fragrant field doth feed accordyng vnto kinde The birde hath seede the oxe hath strawe the dog his praie doth finde Euen so the sacred Bible booke for euery kinde and sorte Hath store of foode and norishment that list therto resorte Here tender babes haue milke and pap here ripe of yeares haue bred Here also wanteth not repast for age with hory head Yet hereof small account is made the cause may soone be knowne Each one doth seeke to feede his eares and let his hart alone To Archemedorus A Cussoner PEares Birdes to Iulius thou dost send all thinges both great and small And lorde and king and little god thou alwaies doost him call What meanes all this Archemedore what thinkst to get by this To coosen horie heares perdie no easie thing it is To Linus Vice. GO thou where Phoebus scorching burnes or go where Borias raignes Go hide thy selfe in dampishe dennes where darkenes blacke rentaines Go where and to what place thou wil be thy sinnes will follow thee By chaunge of place this certayn is vice cannot chaunges be If thou be faultie from thy minde all vice abandon clere And Linus lead another life and dwell not other where To one verie timerous NOw Does we may call desperat and Hartes coragious bol●e For Does and Hartes lesse timerous then thee a thousand folde To be afraid where is no feare is signe of dastardie And soone the faint of corage fall in snares of Sathan slie Against all daunger and mishap the chefest thing no dout Is for to haue a prudent head and heart coragious stoute Feare not the commyng of mishappe but when that it is come Then stick vnto thy tacklyng stoute and beare both all and some To Katharina THe rumor goes and told it is mine owne good Katharine That thou dost blaze my name abroad and laude the deedes of mine Vse measure in thy wordes and leaue thy laudyng so of mee Whom women laude are seldom likt but still suspected be And for thou shalt no ill misdeeme nor me vnthankfull call I thanke thee here let this suffise in recompence of all A Virgin rare renoumd thou art now wilt thou know of mee What best and most beseemes a maid ay blushing red to be B. DARDANIVS A liuely description of Hope THou that on totteryng globe dost stande art thou a Goddes ▪ tell Or els a mortall creature borne a goddes Verie well Whence sp●ong or how begotten speake of darknesse spryng did I. What nurse did feede and giue thee sucke that did credulitie Who at thy backe behinde thee bides ioyes whiche doe glad and ch●re And what is he that still so pale doeth goe before thee feare Alofte vp to the loftie heauens thy lookes why doest thou caste I doe beholde the heauens whereas I hope to dwell at laste But tell me now what doeth deforme thy face so faire and bright I vexed am when my desires are voide and frustrate quight By staffe why doest thou staie thy self while hope doeth feede my mynde Old croked age with stealyng steps encrocheth on by kynde Why reelst thou staggeryng to and fro hope still doeth slipperie stande The thyng whiche ofte I thinke to holde doeth slip out of my hande The Description of Iustice. WHat hights thy name thou goddes tell my name doeth Iustice hight