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
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
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