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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

Kendall, Timothy

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VV. Seymour gentleman of Grayes Inne: in commendation of the author.

George VVhetstones gentleman in the authors commendation.

E. G. To the reader.

Abraham Fleminge vpon T. K. his translated Epigrammes.

A. VV. gent. to the courteous reader, in commendation of these flowers.

FLOWERS OF EPIGRAMS: out of sundrie the moste singuler authors selected.

Out of Pvlix an auncient Poet.

EPIGRAMMES OVT OF MARTIAL.

EX XENIIS, ET APOPHORETIS, MARTIALIS.

CYNTHIVS IOANNES BAPTISTA.

TEXTOR.

NICOLAVS BARTHOLOMAEVS LOCHIENSIS.

HIERONYMVS BALBVS.

ERASMVS IN HIS Chiliades.

STROZA.

ANTONIVS MVRETVS.

AVSONIVS.

MICHAEL TARCHAMOTA MARVLLVS.

ANDREAS DACTIVS.

IOANNIS BAPTISTA PIGNA.

SIMON VALLAMBERTVS Avalon.

OVT OF GREEK EPIGRAMMES.

THEODORVS BEZA Vezelivs.

THOMAS MORVS.

IO. IOVIANVS PONTANVS.

GEORGIVS BVCHANANUS SCOTVS.

H. STEPHANVS.

OVT OF THE POEMES of M. Gvalter Haddon.

IHON PARKHVRST, late Bishop of NORWICH.

M. ROGER ASCHAM.

TRIFLES BY TIMOTHE KENDAL deuised and written (for the moste part) at sundrie tymes in his yong and tender age.

THE AVTHOR TO HIS Pamphlets and Trifles.

The Author to hymself.

A Comparison betwene Christ and the Pope.

Written in heuines.

An old verse.

To an Epicure.

A letter written to T. w. gent. when he was scoller in Oxford.

Verses written to his father when he was scholler in Æton.

Of Loue.

Of Boner, and his brothers.

Of Pope Alexander. 6.

To one of a diuers and straunge nature.

Of the workes of Poets.

How to get the loue, bothe of God and men.

Exposition.

A similitude, of Idlenes.

What thyng he feareth moste.

How the xij. signes doe gouerne and rule in mannes bodie.

Commendation and praise of Vertue.

The couetous carle, compated to a Mule.

To a frende.

Christe speaketh.

To hymself.

To one so giuen to goe braue. That at last he left hymself like a slaue.

To one that made his bragges that he was nosed like vnto kyng Cirus.

Of women, water, and wine.

Of wemens lightnes.

Again of the same.

Of the misery of man.

To his vnkle: Henry kendall.

Of the Poet Lucan.

Christ.

Gold, not God, regarded now adayes.

Of hymself.

Remedies against loue.

To all men.

Of Dearh.

Death spareth no kinde.

Who riche, who poore.

Labour killes loue.

The more a man hath, the more he desireth.

To Iesus Christe.

Of Pope Iulius. 3.

To Zoilus.

Of an Astrnomer, and a Plowman.

To Zoilus.

Of Zenabon.

Anacharsis the Philosophers saying.

Otherwise, and shorter.

Precepts written to HENRY KNEVET gent.

Preceptes written in his frend RICHARD WOODWARDS praier booke, somtime his companion in Oxford.

Of fower Beastes and the Spider.

Ite, Venite.

Of the vanity of this world

To Zoilus.

Of hym that marryes twise.

Of a wife.

The same and shorter.

Bewtie and Vertue seldom coupled.

How the Papist praies.

Who takes the paines, the profite gaines.

Who poore.

To one that married a foule wife for riches.

Of Wine.

Of Phisitions.

To an vnskilfull Phisition.

Of a Fishe, a Swallowe, and an Hare, shot through at one shoote.

To the Rechlesse route.

Of Wiuyng.

Tyme doeth all.

Be aduised ere thou speake.

To one furious and full of Pride.

To Henry Kneuet gent.

Idem est pauperibus, diuitibusque Deus.

To Markes a marker of faultes.

To the Pope.

To a sweete mouthed minion.

A verse wherein the numerall letters shewe the yere of the Lorde, when the Queene began her raigne ouer this Realme.

A Rime against ROME.

To one named Loue.

To a common Bragger.

A prettie similitude.

Of a certayne Ruffian.

Of a certayne Ciuilian.

Of a Lawyer.

To one that sayd he was a Lawyer almost.

Agayne, of a Lawyer.

Ridyng by the way with a gentleman, and beyng Demaunded by hym, the difference betwene their horses, he thus answered extempore.

Wrytten to a frend, in hys extreme sicknesse.

An Epitaph vppon the death of M. Ihon Bradford.

A prancke of Pope Iulius 3. about a Peacocke.

To a certayne frend.

Written vnder the picture of M. Thomas Becon.

Of the picture of Thomas Cranmer, sometyme worthie Archbishop of Canterburie.

Of his owne picture.

Againe.

Of fower liuyng creatures, that liue by the fower Elementes.

Of Papistes.

A saiyng of S. Ciprian.

An other saiyng of S. Cyprian.

Xij. abuses in the life of man, collected out of S. Cyprian.

A saiyng of S. Austin.

An olde saiyng.

Of Lacon.

Thinkyng on the latter daie.

Please, Praise, and Praie.

Fiue thynges white.

Three thynges detestable.

Three things not to be lente.

Three things should not be forgotten.

Of Mark miserable, that hanged hymselfe.

Of saiyng grace.

The Best are hated of the Bad.

To the carpyng Corrector.

A staffe.

The saiyng of Bias.

To a frende.

The torment of Turnecotes.

Translated out of Theocritus.

Preceptes written to his Cosen Paul Tooley.

To all tender Youthes and young schollers.

A young schollers Poesie.

Verses written at the request of his Cosen Mary Palmer, in her praier booke called the Pomander of praier.

To one that called hym Spendall.

To a Niggard that called hym vnthrift.

To a certaine frende.

The nature of the Hernshew.

Fower properties of the dog.

Of Boner.

To a naughty Lawier.

Translated out of an Italian writer.

Ænigmata.

To the Reader.

To his Cosen Ihon Kendall.

To his dere brother Ihon Sheppard gent. of Grayes Inne.

An Epitaphe vppon the death of the right wise and worthy Matron the Lady Alse Avenon.

An Epitaphe vppon the death of his deere Mother, Alse Kendall. Which died and lieth buried at Northaston.

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.

An Epitaph vpon the death of his deare aunt Ellen Kendall: which died, and lyes buried at Bloxam.

THRENODIA.

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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 gauiyng 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.