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Flovvers of Epigrammes

Ovt 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
 

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BRVNO.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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BRVNO.

A true saiyng.

Once woodden Challices there were,
Then golden priests were euery where:
Now golden chalices there be,
And woodden priestes eache where to see.

To Omellia.

Thou maruelest Omellia much,
why none do seeke and sue
To match with thee: what is the cause
I now will tell thee true:
If any man Omellia,
should match and linke with thee:

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Thy husbands mother, not his wife,
thou wouldst reputed be.

A Iest of a certayne harebraind husband.

A certen husband wilde did hate his wife:
And vsd to coyle her coate, wt cudgill rife.
One sayd to hym, beate not thy wife so sore:
Then bumping blowes good words will doe much more
Now after this, ye husband harebraind beast,
With Bible book still bounst her on the breast:
They say good words wildo much good said he:
If good, good words wil do: thā here they be.

Against Hugo.

Hvgo doth laude no man at all,
nor no man loueth he:
He thinketh, others to disprayse,
the chefest praise to be.
What gets he now by hatyng thus?
all men hym hate indeed:
And boyes call Hugo black, and say
of Hugo blacke take heede.

Of a Foole that found a Crab-fish.

By fortune once in sommer tyme,
when sun did frye and flame,
From natiue brooke (where he was bred)
a crab fish crawling came.
And while he friskyng plaid on banke,

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gay glisteryng greene with grasse:
He was vp taken, by a man,
that there by hym did passe.
This wight that found hym was a foole,
and had no crabfish seen:
Wherefore he thrust his hand in haste,
his claspyng clawes betwene.
The crab did pinch and pearce hym sore,
wherefore he cast hym quick
Into the flood: and sayd withall,
Ile teach you syr to prick.
The crab peart flappeth fast his tayle
and in the waues doth spring:
See said the foole, the plucking pangs
of death how sore they sting.

A Iest of a Theefe.

A certain Theefe found guiltie, both
of theft and periurie:
Was iudgd to haue his tong cut out
with knife, most cruelly.
Oh, sayd the theef vnto the Iudge,
your pointed purpose stay:
Oh, saue my tongue, with caruyng knife
and cut mine eares away.
Twoo eares for one tongue I will lose:
well, quoth the Iudge, agreed:
And sent for executioner,

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to cut his eares with speed.
Now when the executioner came,
his hat from hed he threw:
And heares there did appeare, but eares
he there had none to vew:
(For he had lost his eares before)
each laught to see his wile:
And hauyng thus decevd the Iudge
the theefe hymself gan smile.