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
thou must packe and so must I againe Bothe like as like maie be but thou livst merrier farre then I Thou livst and lovste not loue makes me a wretche to liue perdie Of his loue Caelia THe fire doeth tame the iron harde harde flinte the waters pearce Warme bloud doeth breake the Adamant as sundrie bookes rehearse But she whom I doe serue more harde then these repeted three Then Iron Flint or Adamant more rockie harde is she For ne my fire that burnes in breast ne teares from eyes that fall Nor spinnyng bloud from sanguine vaines maie make her rue her thrall Of Ioue A Swanne a Bull a Satyre wood and golde was Ioue aboue For L for E. for A. and D. with whom he was in loue To the Reader ALthough not thee I please my self thou reader maiest be gone Sufficient if the writers woorkes doe please hym self alone Of hym self THou laughst thou lowrst both glad sad thou bothe doest rest and raynge Suche is the life a louer leads thou lovste t is nothyng straynge IOANNES SECVNDVS Three Euills WHiche are three ills that mischefe men to know dost thou desire Haue here in few my frend exprest the Fem the Flud the Fire The riche old man of hym selfe WHen yong I was then poore I was â–ª now in my latter dayes With riches I abound ay mee vnhappie wretche both wayes When as I knewe some vse of goods I wanted euermore And now I know no vse of goods of goods I haue great store Of a Dwarfe A Dwarfe vppon a Pismyers backe did get hym vp to ride He deemd a tamed Oliphante he did as then bestride But while he did aduaunce hym selfe to bolde vppon his backe He tumbled downe and had a fall that made his guts crie quacke When as the Dwarfe was thus vnhorst each laught both great and small Why laugh you masters quoth the dwarfe what Phaëton had a fall Loue is vncurable AN hearb is found each hurte to helpe all soares haue salues we see Alone the wound that Cupid giues can neuer cured be SIMON VALLAMBERTVS AVALON To a couetous old Carle ALthough thy horie siluer heares as white as Lillies showe Although thou Pylius passe in yeares that liued long ago Although the teeth whiche thou hast bought nor crust can eate nor crumme Although vnto the brinke thou art of Stygian boate now come Yet naytheles whole Coffers cramd with coine thou still dost craue And bags byg bolne with mony muche thou still desirst to haue O dotyng sire these heapes of coine requires not Charon fell One silly pennie for his fare contenteth Charon well Of Codrus INto a princely Pallace proude built braue with Marble stone With ragged tattered torne attire poore Codrus would haue gonne So nakt quoth one ye come not here quoth Codrus no and why The gods are nakt and none but nakt must go to heauen perdie To Pansophus THough Pansophus thou pleasest none no maruell t is and why Thou pleasest ouermuch thy selfe proud Pansophus perdy To a Niggarde ALL thyng is dere thou saist wine vittayl corne and graine Yet miser vile well stored thou with all thyng dost remaine So thou to no man deere selst deere vnto the poore Alacke thou saist all things are deere deere must I sell therefore Ah sell thou miser as thou maist and shunne thou Vsury So shalt thou be to all men deere and dere to none perdie To a backbiter that was balde BAldsconse I nothyng haue vnto thee for to say But sure I laude thy locks which are gone from thy hed away To Achilles Combanus BRight Glory rayngyng here and there to seeke the shinyng bowre Where Vertue dwelt hapt on thy house of Vertue fragrant flower And so when Glory did perceaue that Vertue dwelt with thee Here will I rest quoth he thy guest I will Combanus be OVT OF GREEK EPIGRAMMES How to vse riches VSe riches those thou haste as though thou shouldest die Again as though thou shouldest liue thy goods spende sparynglie A prudent man is he whiche this consideyng well Doeth still obserue and keepe the meane whiche all thyng doeth excell Against riot GReate store of houses for to builde greate store of men to feede To come to pinyng penurie the verie pathe in deede Mannes miserie I Wept when I was borne and now at point of death I likewise weepe and weepe I shall while bodie beareth breath O wretched mortall man weake wofull pensiue sad Come life or death thou livst a wretche no comfort to be had Wiuyng twise HIs first wife dedde and laied in graue who doeth a seconde take To trie the seas againe hym self a shipman he doeth make Wedlocke VIrginitie surpasseth yet if all should virgines be Our life were vaine and none for to succede vs should we see Take therefore thou a wife and when that thou doest dye Leaue to the worlde and thee an heire and shunne adulterie Of a Thracian lad A Thracian boye well tipled all the daie VpoÌ„ a frozen â—pring did sport and plaie The slipper Ice with hefte of bodies swaie On sodaine brake and swapt his hed awaie That swam alofte belowe the carkas laie The mother came and bare the heade awaie When she did burie it thus gan she saie This brought I forth in flame his heirce to haue The rest amids the flood to find a graue Pittie and compassion A Fisher fishyng on the shore with anglyng pole in hande By hap a dedmans drowned scalpe drue vp vnto the lande With drerie looke when long he had behelde the sconse he founde With pittie prickt he tooke it vp to graue it in the grounde By Diggyng deepe it was his hap a hoorde of golde to finde Lo neuer vnrequited goes compassion curtuous kinde To Orestes preparyng to kill his mother WHere shovst thou in thy swoordeâ— through panche or pap so tender soft The bellic bredde and brought thee forthe the pappe did feede thee oft A prouerbe BEtwene thy vpper lip and of the cup the brinke Doe many thyngs fall out the whiche thou wouldst not thinke How death is hastened WHoso he be that lothyng life desireth soone to die Three things must folowe which are these Baines wine and Venerie Three thynges bothe hurt and helpe BAines women wine these three doe shorten life certaine Baines women wine these three doe lengthen life againe Nothyng hid from God. THou Caitiffe though thou doe conceale thy crimes from men belowe Yet them to God thou must reueale whether thou wilt or no. Fayned frendship NOt he so muche annoyes and hurtes that saies I am thy foe As he that beares a hatefull harte and is a frende to showe Warnde of my foe I shunne my foe but how should I take heede Of hym that faines hymself my frende when as he hates in deede Moste sure a wretched foe is he whiche frendship firme doeth faine And sekes by all the shifts he can his frende to put to paine To muche brynges lothsomnesse TO muche of any thyng is
when Death did Caluin kill O blessed graue that doest enclose a guest so godlie graue Thou doest surpasse the Marble toumbs and kynges sepulchers braue Againe vppon the death of Ihon Caluin WHile Caluin thou didst liue aliue I likewise lovd to be Ay me how I could like of life to leaue now life with thee My life I lothe and yet I loue to liue alone for this That I may weep and waill for thee whom I so sore do misse Ah Beza liue to wepe and waile to wepe and waile at full Caluinus Death ah farewel frend Adue now ded and dull Vntill in sweet Celestiall cost we bothe shall meet againe In teares in teen in mourning mone shall dolefull Beze remaine Martino Luthero antichristi Romani domitori Trophaeum ROme conquerd all the world and Rome the Pope did conquer quight Rome conquerd al by frollick force the Pope by subtile slight But Lerned Luther Champion stoute how far doth he both twayn Surmount who with his seely pen to yeld doth both constraine Now go to Greece brag til thou burst of stout Alcides thine Naught is his battering club compard to Luthers pen deuine THOMAS MORVS Of an Astrologer That was a Cuckold TO thee thou ayrie Prophet all the starres them selues do show And do declare what destinies al men shal haue belowe But no starres though they al things se admonishe thee of this That thy wife doth with euery man behaue her selfe amisse Saturnus stands far of men say that he long since was blinde And scantly could decern a child and from a stone him finde Fayr Luna goes with shamfast eye A virgin naught will see But such thinges as beseme a maid and lightnes all will flee Ioue to Europa gaue his hart To Mars did Venus cleaue And Mars agayne did Venus serue Sol would not Daphne leaue His loue and Mercury did call to minde his Hyrce deer Hereof it comes to passe oh thou vnwise Astrologere That when thy wife delighted is with lusty yonkers loue Thereof do nothing notifie to thee the sâ—arres aboue Of Beuty Dilemma IN faith what beutie braue auailes at all I nothyng see If thou be feruent hot each doud seemes fayre and fresh to thee If thou be out of courage cold the loueliest lothsum be In faith what bewty braue auailes at all I nothyng see Against Wiuyng A Misery to marry still thus euery one doth say Thus say they stll yet wittingly we wiuyng see each day Yea though one bury sixe yet he from wiuyng will not staye Againe of wiues GReefes greuous wiues are vnto men yet gladsome shall we finde them And louyng if so leuyng vs they leaue their goods behind them Of a Picture liuely described SO well this table doth expresse the countenaunce of thee As sure it seemes no table but a glasse thy selfe to see Oâ— a Niggard departing this life RIch Chrysalus at point of death doth morne complaine and crie Was neuer man as he so loth to leaue his life and dye Not for because he dyes he cryes his death he doth not force This cuttes his graue must cost a groate to shrowde his carrin corse The difference betwene a King and a Tyrant BEtwene a Tyraunt and a Kyng would you the difference haue The Kyng each Subiect counts his child â–ª the Tyraunt eache his slaue A Tyrant in slepe naught differeth from a common person DOst therefore swell and powt with pride â–ª and rear thy snout on hie Because the crowd doth crouch and couch wherso thou commest by Because the people bonnetles before thee still do stand Because the life and death doth lye of diuers in thy hand But when that drousie sleepe of thee hath euery part possest Tell then where is thy pompe and pride thy porte and all the rest Then snortyng lozzell as thou art then lyest thou like a block Or as a carrion corps late dead as sencelesse as a stock And if it were not that thou wert closd vp in walles of stone And fenced round thy life would be in hands of euery one Of a good Prince and an euill A Good prince what the dog that keepes his flocke aye safe in reste And hunts the Wolfe awaie an ill hym self the rauenyng beaste Of a Theef and a Lawier A Theef ycleped Clepticus that did from one purloine Fearyng to be condemde a pace his Lawier fed with coine When Lawier his had turnd his bookes and red bothe night and daie He hoopt he tolde hym he should scape if he could run his waie A ridiculous pranke of a Priest. A Certaine guest the goblet clenzde from flies before he dranke And hauyng drunke he caste againe the flies in goblet franke And tolde the cause why so he did no flies quoth he loue I But whether you them loue or not I can not saie perdie Of a waterspaniell A Dog that had a Ducke in mouthe an other gapt to catche So loste he that he had and that whereafter he did snatche The churlishe chuffe that hath enough and sekes an others pelfe Doeth oftentymes and worthely lose that he hath hym self A Cur by a crib a couetous miser THe cur that couchyng kepes the crib hym self doeth eate no Haie Ne letts the hungrie horse that faine thereon would feede and praie The Carle like to the cruell Cur that plentie hath of pelfe Imparts no parte to other men nor spends vpon hym self Of a Beggar bearyng hym self for a Phisition YOu Medicus your self doe terme but more you are saie I One letter more then Medicus your name it hath perdy Of a dishonest wife OF children fruitfull fruitfull is Aratus wife perdie For children three she brought hym for the and with hym did not lye To one whose wife was naught at home AT home a naughtie wife thou hast if towards her thou be curst Then worse is she if curtuous of all then is she worst Good will she bee if so she dye but better if she dye And thou suruiue but best of all if hence in haste she hye Of Tyndarus A Wight whose name was Tyndar would haue kist a pretie lasse Her nose was long and Tyndar he a floutyng fellowe was Wherefore vnto her thus he saied I can not kisse you sweete Your nose stands out so farre that sure our lippes can neuer meete The maiden nipt thus by the nose straight blusht as red as fire and with his girde displeased thus she spake to hym in ire Quoth she if that my nose doe let your lippes from kissyng myne You there maie kisse me where that I haue neither nose nor eyne To Sabinus whose wife conceiued in his absence AN helpe and comfort to thy life and to the age of thyne A goodly childe is borne to thee haste hye thee home Sabine Haste hye thee home to see thy wife the fruitfull wife of thine And eke thy blessed newe borne babe haste hye thee home Sabine Haste hye thee home in poste poste haste thou 〈◊〉 be there in tyme Although thou hye thee
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
By flanckeryng flame of firie loue to cinders men are worne Ah gripyng greefe what hopst thou for poore Louer seely wretch Thou from the midst of flowyng streames hot scaldyng fire dost fetche To Margaris WHen so it raines and Phoebus rayes are couered all with cloudes Then euery thyng remainyng sad in silence pensiue shroudes Therefore muse not my Margaris though sad thou dost mee see Behold mine eyes raine teares and thou my sonne art gone from mee To Corellius A Baker Butcher and a Baude a Cobler and a Cooke Thou art a Marchant Lawier to well skilled in thy booke All these Corellius though thou be yet poore thou art perdy And none in all the cittie liues like thee in miserie How can this be be Corellius I muse and maruell to When as thou canst so many thinges Yet nothyng canst thou doe Of Pontilianus WHen flamyng Phoebus with his heat doth cause the ground to chinke Straight wayes Pontilian thirstie cries boy hither hie with drinke When so it raines lo now saith he God warnes vs to carowse Which all aboute the ground doth so with sleet and showers souse So gullyng thus in sunne nor showers his drinke is not forgot And somwhat still he hath to say why he should tosse the pot AVSONIVS An exhortation vnto modestie MEn say that Kyng Agathocles once fed in potters plate And charged ofte with Samian claie his Tables where he sate Mong which his chargers all of Golde he serued in would see And so together he would minge his pride and pouertee Whereof this cause he gaue Lo I possessyng princely place Of Cicil late was sonne vnto a Potter poore and base Learne hence your roomes to reuerence ye that clime to honour fast And begger brought to honours seate remember what thou wast Of the Picture of Rufus a vaine Rhethorician THe Rhethoricians statue this that Rufus had to name Looke euen what Rufus was hymselfe this Image is the same Tongles and witles cold and deafe a stone that can not see A Rufus right one difference yet more soft was Rufus he Of a woman that would haue poysoned her husbande A Wife a wicked woman that a noughtie life did liue Vnto her iealous husband did foule filthy poyson giue She demyng that alone not of sufficient force to be To rid hym quicklie longing sore his quick dispatche to see Quickesiluer with the poyson mings demyng of both the force Would quickly bring hym to his graue and make hym soone a corse These parted poyson strong do make What man the same would think But put together they preserue Who so thereof doth drinke Now while together twixt themselues these poysons both doe striue He voyds from hym the deadly bane and so remaines aliue What care hoth God on earthly soules he dead reuiueth man. And when the fates will haue it so two poysons proffit can To one that painted Eccho THou wiltles wight what meanes this mad intent To draw my face and forme vnknowne to thee What meanst thou so for to molesten mee Whom neuer eye beheld nor man could see Daughter to talkyng tongue and ayre am I My mother nothyng is when thinges are wayde I am a voyce without the bodies ayde When all the tale is tolde and sentence saide Then I recite the latter ende afreshe In mockyng sort and counterfayting wise Within your eares my chefest harbour lies There doe I wonne not seen with mortall eyes And more to tell and farther to proceede I Eccho hight of men below in ground If thou wilt draw my counterfet indeede Then must thou paint O Painter but a sound An Epitaphe of Anitia THe thynges that many yeres can scantly bryng about Anitia hath accomplisht yet not fullie twentie out An infante she hath suckt a maide she quickly fell in loue She linkt conceiude brought forth did the pangs of child-birthe proue And made a mother now at laste death hence did her remoue Who rightly can the fates accuse she liued hath the yeres Eche ages function to performe as plaine by proofe apperes Of a Hare taken by a Dog-fishe THe sentyng hounds pursude the hastie Hare of foote The selie beast to scape the Dogges did iumpe vppon a roote The rotten scrag it burste from cliffe to Seas he fell Then cride the Hare vnhappie me for now perceiue I well Bothe lande and sea pursue and hate the hurtlesse Hare And eke the dogged skie alofte if so the dog be theare Of Miron an old dottrell that would haue lyen with Lais. OLd Miâ—on Lais wanton wenche to lye with hym besought Fine Lais she did put hym backe and set his sute at nought He knowyng sure it was his age that she did so dispise His hoarie head all ouer straght with blackyng darke he dies And so with wonted visage he but not with wonted heare For to renue his wonted sute goes to his Lays deare But she comparyng head of his and face together well Perchaunce this same is Miron myne quoth she I can not tell So she vncertaine what he was disposde to sport and plaie In daliyng wise thus gan she speake and to her louer saie Why foolishe fellowe fonde quoth she why doest thou this require The thyng thou doest demaunde of me I earst denied thy sire Translated out of twoo Greeke authors Plato and Scatilius A Wretched caitiffe in dispaire went foorth with throtlyng corde To make awaie hymself by hap he founde a golden hoarde He ioyfull t was his happie chaunce this hidden hoarde to finde Forsooke his purpose tooke the gold and left the rope behinde The owner when he came and sawe from thence his ruddocks refte For sorrowe hunge hym self with rope that there behinde was lefte Of Venus in armour DAme Pallas Ladie Venus vewde clad braue in armour bright Let Paris iudge come on quoth she together let vs fight See see quoth Venus how she brags a proude disdainfull dame Thou knowst I smocklesse conquerd thee peace Pallas fie for shame The same otherwise IN compleate Pallas sawe the Ladie Venus stande Who saied let Paris now be Iudge encounter we with hande Replide the Goddesse what skornste thou in armour me That naked erst in Ida mount so foild and conquerd thee Of the picture of Rufus a vaine Rhethoritian of whom there is an Epigram before THis Rufe his Table is can nothyng be more true If Rufus holde his peace this peece and he are one to vewe Of the picture of the same Rufus WIth visage faire that can not speake wouldst knowe what one I am I Marrie I am Rufus he the Rhethoritian What can not Rufus speake hym self he can not tell me why The Image of this Image for he is hym self perdie Of the Table wherein Rufus was painted THe portrature of Rufe this is whiche here you see Muche like the same in deede hym self but where is he Hym self in stately chaire is plast what doeth he there Naught els but what you see hym doe in Table here Of the picture of kyng Craesus
naught yea alwaies proue you shall That to muche euen of hunny hurts and bitter seemes as gall Against stepdames TO decke his stepdames toÌ„be with flowers and garlandes comes the sonne Sure thinkyng now that with her life her hatred had been doon The tombe downe totteryng on hym falles and killes hym by and by Loe liuelesse toumbs of stepdames curst learne cankred crueltie Of the contempt of Fortune MY restyng rode is founde vaine hope and hap adue Loute whom you liste with chaunge Death shall me rid from you A controuersie betwene Fortune and Venus WHile Fisher fisht at waters side for fishe that there did swim A riche mans daughter hym behelde and fell in loue with hym So that she linkt with hym to liue now he that was before Base barren bare and beggarlike doeth now abounde with store Dame Fortue by smilyng gan saie I praie you whiche of vs Now mistres Venus you or I was cause this hapned thus Otherwise WHile Fisher caste his line the houeryng fishe to hooke By hap a riche mans daughter on the Fisher caste her looke She fride with franticke loue thei married eke at last Thus Fisher was from lowe estate in top of treasure plast Stoode Fortune by and smilde how saie you dame quoth she To Venus was this conquest yours or is it due to me The seuen sages names saiynges and countryes in seuen verses THe Cittyes 7. whereas the 7. wise masters rare VVere borne their names and saiyngs 7.7 verses shall declare Cleobulus of Lindia said a meane doth all excell VVise Pittacus of Mittelen said measure beares the bell Chilon of Lacedemon said take heede thy selfe to know Of Corinth Periander said to anger be thou slowe Sage Solon the Athenian said for ay respect the ende VVise Thales of Milesium said nought promise to thy frende Last Bias of Priaenium said all thinges to mischefe bende The report of the multitude not to be regarded SOlace and comfort thou thy selfe nought peoples talke esteeme One man deemes well of thee of thee an other ill doth deeme Or thus SOlace and comfort thou thy selfe care nought what people prattle This man talkes well with thee that man against thee still doth tattle Of a foole THe friskyng flees that feed on â—leshe by night a foole in bed did trouble twinge bite The foole put out the candle nay quoth he I le matche ye now no more you shall me see Of a foolish Astronomer WHile Thales looked round about to vew the starres in skie He hedlong fell into a ditche and there did grouelyng lye A beldam commyng after hym beheld hym how he fell A countrie wife that went to fetche faire water at a well When as she came vnto the ditche where lurden like he lay She mockt hym and with tremblyng voyce she thus began to say Fie foolish fealow as thou art why dost thou vew the skie Why staarst on Starres that stately stand and letst mean matters â—ye The fates of other men to showe I deeme thee farre vnmeete When buzzard blynd thou canst not see what is before thy feete When Women profite ALthough all women kinde be nought yet two good dayes hath she Her marriage day and day of death when all she leaues to thee Of Castors Nose WHen Castor diggs a spade his Nose is vnto hym A Trumpet when he sleepes a Sithe and Sickletrim When as he gathers grapes an Anker when he sailes A Culter when he plowes that cuts and neuer failes When as he taketh fishe a fishhooke all the while And when he would haue fleshe his Nose a fleshhooke vile When as he graues in wood a grauyng knife and when He prunes and dresseth trees a graffyng knife as then A chipaxe looke when as the Carpenter he plaies A passyng picklock when to open lockes he saies And what so Castor doth he can not misse his snoute His nose must be the toole his woorke to bryng aboute Of a foule wife THe wretche that married hath a dowd an ougly dame Shall still haue night though day be bright and firie Phoebus flame To one hauyng a long nose STand with thy snoute against the sunne and open wide thy chaps And by thy teeth we shall decerne what t is a clocke perhaps Of a deaf Iudge a deaf plaintife and a deaf defendant BY hap a man that could not heare that borne was deafe by kinde Another cited to the court much like hymselfe to finde Whose hearyng sense was quight bereft the Iudge that of the case Should giue his verdit was as deafe as deafest in the place To court they came the plaintiffe praid to haue his vnpaied rent Defendant said in grindyng I this werie night haue spent The Iudge beheld them both awhile is this at last quoth he Of all your sturred strife the cause you both her children be And therefore her to helpe and ayde looke that you both agree Of Marcus a sluggard MArcus a sluggard slepyng dreamd a long race that he rund For feare he so should dreame againe long after slepe he shund Against one very deformed TO paint the minde t is counted hard the corps to paint t is light But now in thee so foule deformd it falles contrarie quight For nature thine doth plaine bewraie the manners of thy mynde And therefore how thy mynde is bent but easie t is to finde But now thy foule misshapen limmes how may they painted be And portraid out when euery man doth loth to looke on thee Against a drunkerd WIth sweet perfumes flowers my graue doe you not gratifie Wine fires vppon a stone to spend t is cost in vaine perdie Aliue giue you mee these not dead with ashes wine to minge What is it morter but to make not wine to mee to bringe Of drunkennesse LIke men we still are meeke at night when we haue typled well But when we rise at morne at hurst then are we fearce and fell Otherwise AT night when ale is in like frends we part to bed In morrowe graie when ale is out then hatred is in head Againe of the same MEn hauyng quaft are frendly ouernight In dawning drie A man to man a sprite Against a miser ALL call thee riche I call thee poore goods make not riche perdie This prudent Apollophanes could tell as well as I. If thou thy riches vse thy self thy riches thyne are then But if thou saue them for thyne heire thei are for other men Of Chrisalus couetous RIche Chrisalus at point of death doeth mourne complaine and crie Was neuer man as he so lothe to leaue his life and die Not for because he dies hymself his death he doeth not force But that his graue must cost a grote to shroude his carrion corse Of a riche miser A Misers mynde thou haste thou hast a princes pelfe Whiche makes thee wealthie to thine heire a beggar to thy self Of Aulus Auarus RIche Aulus countyng what a charge his daughter was to hym Did throwe her in the sea to
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
stinkes by standyng still So sluggishe slothe doeth slaie the soule and eke the bodie spill What thyng he feareth moste NO stabbyng glaue nor stickyng knife Nor darte dread I that reueth life No Fencers skill no thrustyng pricks No thunderyng threates of despirat Dicks No chillyng cold no scaldyng heate No grashyng chaps of monsters greate No plague no deadly vile desease No broilyng blaze no swallowyng seas No gaulyng greefes no cares that crushe Of these I recke not of a Rushe An ill there is whiche doeth remaine That troubles more and putts to paine A fawnyng frende moste mischief is Whiche seekes to kill yet semes to kisse How the xij signes doe gouerne and rule in mannes bodie THe Ram is Rex and rules aboue in hedde and face The necke and throate the Bull possesseth for his place In armes and shoulders bothe the Twinnes doe raigne and rest The Crab is kyng and keepes the stomacke lungs and breast The Lion kyng of beasts doeth bide in backe and harte The Virgin hath the gutts and bellie for her parte In reines and lustie loynes the Ballaunce beareth swaie Among the secret partes the Scorpion still doeth staie The Archer hath the thighes and Capricorne the knees The leggs the Watermannes the feete the Fishes fees Commendation and praise of Vertue BY riches none are happie made for riches slide awaie Though got with sweate and labour greate at length yet thei decaie Faint faultryng fumblyng feble age decreaseth sturdie strength Healthe sicknesse quailes and beautie braue doeth flittyng fade at length Sweete ticklyng pleasure tarries not nor maketh any staie But in an hower a little tyme doeth vanishe quight awaie But Vertue faire adornes the mynde and perfect doeth remaine She stedfast bides and neuer slides and naught maie Vertue staine No tyme can Vertue faire deface she after death endures And vs aboue the clustryng cloudes a place with God procures Vertue doeth make vs blessed and a happie ende doeth giue And when we rotten bones remaine yet Vertue makes vs liue The couetous carle compared to a Mule. THe churlishe chuffe that hath enough in Coffer lockt and laied And liueth harde with Baken â—warde a Mule maie well be saied Mules carrie coiâ—e and iewelles ofte plate golde and riche arraie Greate treasure yet they droylyng drudge and feede on homely haie To a frende LIue as a man persist in doyng well Endeuouryng aye all others to excell Christe speaketh THe ayre the yearth the seas the woods and all shall once awaie Alone my worde shall still remaine and standyng stedfast staie To hymself WHat likes thy mynde or fansie beste what doest thou moste desire Doest couet costly buildyngs braue or riches doest require I force not these what then wilt haue greate store of lande to eare Kyngs pleasures or delightst thou in fine princely daintie cheare If these should like me I should like with toyle and care to be For rest and riches make no matche thei hardly doe agree As Irus I should liue though I whole kyngdomes had in holde And Creâ—us though I did enioye thy heapes of hourded golde Bare naked came I hether and nakt shall I hence againe Why therefore should I care for aught or put my self to paine Inioye and mirthe I le spende my tyme and naught shall me anoye I le laugh to scorne the mucke the moulde whiche worldlyngs riche enioye What carest thou for nothyng then yes this of God I craue That still I maie a quiet mynde and healthfull bodie haue To one so giuen to goe braue That at last he left hymself like a slaue WIth braue outlandishe straunge araie you lusty long were clad And sundrie sutes of sundrie sortes for sundrie tymes you had Sometime FreÌ„che fashions pleasd you best sometyme the Spanishe guise In costly colours cuttyng still you went with staryng eyes But now at last you royste in rags rude rogishe rent and torne What fashion this or whose declare is this beyonde sea worne To one that made his bragges that he was nosed like vnto kyng Cirus THou saiest thou art hauknosed right so as kyng Cirus was Saie to thou hast kyng Midas eares who earde was like an Asse Of money and lande THis siluer coine and money what ruste though it glad Possessions lande and liuyng what duste euen as bad Learnyng LEarnyng doeth all thyngs farre surpasse naught Learnyng maie excell What profite comes to man thereby ne pen ne tongue maie tell A spurre to youth that pricketh forthe faire Vertue to obtaine To crooked age a greate delight and sollace sweete againe A rocke and refuge for the wretche and for the needie poore And to the riche and wealthie wight of substaunce greater store Of Tyme TYme bringeth lurking thinges to light tyme secrets doth bewray The priuy pilferyng prigging theefe tyme doth in time betraie Of Dice THe cursed play of deuelish Dice The daughter vile of auarice The plague of loue and amitie The very nurse of theuerie The excersise of fury fell And last the pathway plaine to hell Of women water and wine WIne wemen water each doth hurte and put to paine Wine wemen water eache doth helpe and ease againe Of wemens lightnes WHat more then Fethers light drie leaues and withered grasse Yet these in lightnes wemen do surmount and far surpasse Again of the same WHat thing is lighter then the flame bright lightnyng what is thought Then lightning lighter wind then wind wemen then wemen nought Of the misery of man. WE weping come into the world and weping hence we goe And all our life is nothyng else but grief payne toyle and wo. To his vnkle HENRY KENDALL MY triflyng toyes you ioye to reade and what my Muse doth write My Muse deer vnkle ioyes againe of you for to indite If you mine onely prop do slip my Muse remaineth slow The siluer Swan doth seldom sing but Zephir milde doth blow Of the Poet Lucan FOule moody Mars his blustryng broyles to see with cunnyng pend Who longs let hym his listning eare to learned Lucan lend So well his workes do martiall feates and warlike deedes expresse As noble Tullieâ— bookes bewray the fruites of pleasant peace As quiet peace is to be wisht and Tully to be red So Lucan he that writes of warre ought not for to be fled Christ. WHo dyes in Christ doth liue who liues in Christ from death is free Where Christ doth present still appere there death can neuer be Gold not God regarded now adayes THis age hunts all for hatefull coyne for pompe and glory vaine Addicted none to God and Good but all to Gold and Gaine Of hymself THe Bowe that bended standeth still his strength will loose and lack The lusty horse is lamd with to muche burden on his back But I let fortune spit her spight and spurnyng still disdaine Will God to frend contented bide and stedfast still remayne Remedies against loue LOues rigorous rage or abstinence or tamyng time restraines If these do misse for remedie alone a rope remaines To
all men SHun man shun oh soule slaiyng sinne serue God vnto thy graue Foule filthy foolish faulty folke the finds of hell shall haue Of Dearh THe regall kyng and crooked clowne all one alike Death driueth downe Death spareth no kinde NO state in earth we see but draweth to decay The Lyon made at last to smallest birds a pray Who riche who poore RIch who who cares for naught and is with small content Poore who coyn caring carles to pelf and paultry bent Labour killes loue IF that in toyle and takyng paine thy pleasure thou do put The fire doth die fond fancies flie Cupidos combe is cut The more a man hath the more he desireth AS riches rise mans nature is to grope and gape for more Men couet most when as their bags be cramd and stuft with store To Iesus Christe IF euer we thou loue I ioyfull am for aie If euer me thou leaue my soule doeth sorrowe staie If euer me thou loue thrise happie then am I If euer me thou leaue then out alas I dye If euer me thou loue abounde I doe in blisse If euer me thou leaue then all thyng doe I misse If euer thou me loue who then as I so glad If euer me thou leaue then who as I so sad If euer me thou loue thou euer makst me liue If euer me thou leaue deathes dart thou dost me giue If euer me thou loue who liues so glad as I If euer me thou leaue who dies so bad as I If euer me thou loue in heaueÌ„ thou makst me dwell If euer me thou leaue thou driust me doune to hell Wherefore O louyng Lorde loue still to make me liue So shall I neuer leaue thee laude and praise to giue Of Pope Iulius 3. WEll tipled at the table once with drinke when Iulius sate A man whom wicked Rome her self did spight abhorre and hate As it is saied three boles at once for hym were ready made That he three burdens might at once in vessells three vnlade The first of all the vessells three he filde with vomit vile The next with pisse the other he with ordure did defile No man can doe twoo thyngs at once the prouerbe old doeth tell This was a passyng Pope I trowe that could doe three so well To Zoilus BArke Zoilus till thy beallie breake Of railyng thyne I will not reake Of an Astrnomer and a Plowman A Kyng sometyme determined an huntyng for to ride Of diuers persones did demaunde what weather would betide A student in Astronomie there standyng by did tell It would be faire so that his grace might ride on huntyng well A Plowman poore vnto the Prince gan thus replie againe Beleue hym not sur bide at home for sure I cham twull raine The kyng did laugh 〈◊〉 at last all businesse set aside â–ª The kyng with troup and all his traine doeth forthe on huntyng ride Not entred scant the wood but straite vppon the trees did dashe A powryng shower that paied them all and well the kyng did washe The prince the Plowman praisde and said looke thou where Starres do stand Poore Plowman and prowd Strologer take thou a whip in hand The like Astronomers to this we haue in Englande here More fitter for to till then tell except thei wiser were To Zoilus WHo hath bestowd vppon thy browe a garlande braue of Baie Suche as can clime Parnassus mount those leaues should decke alwaie To scoffers Zoilus suche as thou and suche as styng with tong To stingers suche a stingyng crowne of Nettelles doeth belong Of Zenabon WHile Zenabon vnhappie man did Venus pleasures proue His members vile were whipt awaie by her whom he did loue Anacharsis the Philosophers saying LIke as the webs which spiders spin ye see By subtile slight â—â—â—â—angle take tye The feble small and sooly â—hiftes bee And let the bigger breake away and flie Like so the lawes the â—ower mean poore Do plague and 〈…〉 make to pay The noble man or â—oche enioying store With small ado quight scotfree scape away Otherwise and shorter AS Cobwebs catch the lesser flies and let the greater go So those of power and not the poore the Lawes doe fauour showe Precepts written to HENRY KNEVET gent. H Hurt not thy fo help still thy frend E Endure like DAMON to the end N Neglect not vertue vice eschew R Reward the good with guerdon due I In peace delight foule discorde flie E Eate so to liue liue so to dye K Know thou thy self soule slaiyng sinne N Nip in the head ere it begin E Endeuour not to clime to hye V Vse not the needy to denye E Exalt the hiest with praises oft T That thou mayst mount the skies aloft Preceptes written in his frend RICHARD WOODWARDS praier booke somtime his companion in OXFORD R Refrain from sinne I In vertue grow C Care for thy frend H Hate not thy foe A Abandon vice R Regard the wise D Delight in loue E Enuy dispise W Wyn wealth against O Olde age in youth O Order thy tongue D Declare the trueth W Ware pride t will haue A Alwaies a fall R Remember death â–ª D Dispatcheth all Of fower Beastes and the Spider THe Boare in hearing vs doth passe the Ape in tast the Linx in sight In smell the Gripe in fealing quick the Spider goes beyond vs quight Ite Venite GO ah a griping woord will be but Come a golden glad Come shall be sayd toth blessed good Go to the curssed bad Of the vanity of this world WHat profits pompe and glory of the world so wicked vaine Sith after death we crumbling dust and rotten bones remayne To Zoilus The Fem the Floud the Flame three mischefes Zoilus be But Zoile thy tongue a mischefe worse then these repeated three Of hym that marryes twise HIs first wife dead and â—aid in graue who doth a second seeke Vnto a momishe mariner and shipman he is leeke Who hauyng booke his bark and scapt with perrill great and paine The surgyng swallowyng swellyng seas assayes and tries againe Of a wife TO combersome a clog a wife is vnto man She neuer doth hym good nor profites him but whan She dyes and leaues to tread this toylsome worldly path And leueth in her sted the golde she hoorded hath The same and shorter A Husband of his wife hath neuer proffit saue When she doth leaue her goods behind and goes herselfe toth graue Bewtie and Vertue seldom coupled WHhere amerous bewtie braue doth bide doth vertue seld abound The canker couchyng commonly in fairest rose is found How the Papist praies THe Papist praies with mouth his minde on gatheryng woolle doeth goe Like to a iabberyng Ape whiche doeth naught els but mumpe and mowe Who takes the paines the profite gaines WHo crackes the Nut the kernell findes the taste the sweete that sweate The lasie Lurden liues in lacke and nothyng hath to eate Who poore THe wight that liues in want is not to be accounted poore But he that