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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.

To a couetous old Carle.

Of Codrus.

To Pansophus.

To a Niggarde.

To a backbiter that was balde.

To Achilles Combanus.

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.

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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To Rufus.

A certaine man not long agoe,
Gaue me the gaze frende Rufus so,
As if some foolishe fencer I
Had been, or one that went to buy.
With eye, and finger, when that he
Had looked long, and marked me:
Art thou (quoth he) art thou declare,
That famous pleasaunt Poet rare,
That men echewhere do Martial call,
Whose iests do ioye bothe great, and small
I somewhat smilyng, tolde my name,
And saied I was the verie same.
Why then (quoth he) so ill art clad?
Because I am a Poet bad
I aunswered. All this is true,
Frende Rufus whiche I tell to you.
Good Rufus sende some clothes therefore,
That I maie shamed bee no more.