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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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ANTONIVS MVRETVS.
 
 
 
 
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ANTONIVS MVRETVS.

Against Venus.

If Venus, (as the liyng route
of bablyng Poets sing)
If she out of the surgyng seas
and weltring waues did spring.
How can this come to passe, that she
should burne that so was borne?

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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 Phœbus 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,

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Yet nothyng canst thou doe.

Of Pontilianus.

When flamyng Phœbus 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.