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, late of the Vni­uersitie of Oxford: now student of Staple Inne in London.

Aut prodesse volunt, aut delectare poetae
Aut simul & iucunda, aut idonea dicere vitae.

IMPRINTED AT LONDON in Poules Churche-yarde, at the signe of the Brasen Serpent, by Ihon Shepperd. 1577.

¶The names of all suche Aucthors out of whom these Flowers are selected.

ANgelus Politianus.
Antonius Muretus.
Andreas Dactius.
Buchananus Schotus.
Cynthius Ioan. Baptista.
Caelius Rhodiginus.
Claudius Roselettus.
Claudius Claudianus.
Erasmus Roterodamus.
Flowers out of certaine Greeke aucthours.
Georgius Sabinus.
Gasper Visinus.
Gualterus Haddon.
Hieronymus Balbus.
Henricus Stephanus.
Ioannes Baptista Pigna.
Ioannes Secundus.
Iouianus Pontanus.
Iacobus Rogerius.
Ioannes Parkhurst. Norwicē.
ex eiusdem Xenijs.
Nicolaus Bartholomeus.
Rogerus Ascham.
Theodorus Beza.
Thomas Morus.
T. Kendall.
Vallambertus Aualon.

To the right honourable the Lorde Robert Dudley, Earle of Ley­cester, Baron of Denbigh, master of the Quee­nes Maiesties horse, Knight of the noble order of the Garter▪ cheefe Chaunceler of the Vni­uersitie of Oxford, and one of her highnes moste honourable priuie Counsell: Timothe Kendall wisheth hap­py health with increase of honour.

THe honour of youre person (Right honou­rable) doth not so muche daunt mee vvith asto­nishment, as the meruelous mildnesse of your courteous nature doeth mini­ster incouragement to presume and perfourme the dedication of this my [Page] little labour to youre honours happie handes. VVherein are to be seene the sundry deuises of diuers the best vvri­ters, as vvell antique as neoterique, of Epigrammes: a proper kinde of stu­die doubtlesse, & as vvith pleasure, so vvith profite in plentifull manner ac­companied. VVho knovveth not that youre honour is a speciall Patrone of learning and learned men? accepting moste courteously their simple Poesies, vvhose Garden plots are not so gaily garnished either vvith such plenty or such varietie as others be, that haue more skill both to make choice of those flovvers that haue the svveeter and more fragrāt smell, as also to pick out such as for their fairenes and comely chaūge of colour breede speciall loue & [Page] liking in the eyes of the beholder. This beeing vnto me an assured and also a sufficient incouragement, I felt in my selfe the souden motions of mistrust­fulnesse somevvhat appauled, and the fier of confidence and hope kindlyng in mee, in so muche that shaking off all manner cogitations of fond feare and bashfulnesse, I yealded my vvill and my vvorke vvholy to bryng that to accomplishmēt vvhich I had pur­posed vppon a speciall opinion of your honours vvorthinesse conceiued: tru­styng that this my Manuell shall ob­teyne as good place in the dedica­tion, and as muche grace in the accep­tation (accordyng to the measure of the matter) as the volumes of suche as haue discouered their skill in thin­ges [Page] of greater importaunce. VVhich in hope it shall be as I vvish, I ceasse a­ny longer to molest youre Lordshippe vvith my vnpolished Epistle: besee­ching the almighty and the most high­est to blesse you vvith health, long life, increase of honour, and all flourishyng felicitie.

Your honours most humble alwayes to commaund, Timothe Kendall.

To the courteous and frendly Reader.

‘Quo semel est imbuta recens seruabit odorem testa diu.’

THE Verse of Horace the Poet (right courteous reader) which I my selfe, by my selfe, haue pro­ued true: for hauyng enured my selfe in my greene and growyng yeares, to readyng of Poetrie (an arte in my mynd and censure both princely and pleasant) in riper yeares I could neither by faire meanes bee allured, nor foule mines procured, from embracyng thereof, so greatly therewith was I linked in loue. Wel might I beare and forbeare, refraine and abstaine for a season, but by and by in the turnyng of an hand, with the tracyng ape should I breake the daunce, and fall a scam­blyng for Nuts. Naturam expellas furca licet vsque recurrit. And surely farre discrepant al­wayes haue I beene from the opinion of those that deeme Poetrie to bryng nought else, but onely a certaine naked and vaine delectation to the life of man: whiche vnworthy and false accusation is well and wisely confuted of Stra­bo inueighyng against Eratosthenes, who see­med [Page] to apply hymselfe to be a maintainer and defender of that false and impudent sclaunder: wherefore of mee thereof needeth no refuta­tion. Now (courteous reader) if I should take in hand to pen and paynt foorth the praise of Poetrie, and Poets inuentions, I feare mee too long my labour would laste: onely thus muche I dare boldly affirme, that no where shalt thou finde profite and pleasure better linked toge­ther, than in the worthy woorkes of prudent Poets. For Flaccus sayeth.

Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit vtile dulci.
The price and the praise he gaineth alone,
Who profit & pleasure both knitteth in one.

Wherfore sundrie the most learned of all ages, of all landes and languages, haue bestowed no small labour in the moste laudable practise of Poetrie. For example: amonge the Italians, Bembus, Pontanus, Flaminius: Among the French men, Borbonius, Salmonius, Muretus: Among the Germans, Eobānus, Stigilius, Sabi­nus: Among the Scots, Bucchananus: whom Carolus Vtenhouius prettily praiseth in his di­stichon, writyng thus (in I Sanna. H Francast. A Flam. H Vid. A Nauger. P Bemb. Italos: Mich Hosp. Adr Torneb. Io Aurat. Gallos: & Georg. Buchan. Scotum.) [Page]

Tres Italos Galli senos vicere, sed vnum
Vincere Scotigenam non valuere nouem.
Three Frenchmen did Italians six
for learnyng great excell:
But from them all one Scot alone
doth heare away the bell.

Now (courteous reader) of all sorts of Poems, & Poesies, none (mee thinketh) are more pithie and pleasant, than pretty, shorte, witty, quicke and quippyng Epigrammes: in the which kind of writyng Marcus Valerius Martialis is counted cheefly to excell. Wherfore out of him (as sundrie other most singular authors) haue I translated and taken sundrie short, propper, pi­thie & pleasant verses, and Epigrammes, for thy no little profite, and great delectation: marrie this I must let thee vnderstand, that as well out of Martial as the rest, I haue left the lewde, I haue chosen the chaste: I haue weeded away all wanton and woorthlesse woordes: I haue pared away all pernicious patches: I haue chipt & chopt of all beastly boughes and brāches, all filthy and fulsom phrases: Which I thinke none will mutter at and mislike, but suche as delight more to drawe of the dregs, than drinke of the delicate liquour. I do giue them vnto thee by the name of Flowers of Epigrāmes, out of sun­drie [Page] the most singular authours selected. For the whiche, if thou shalt thinke well of mee, and thanke mee, I shall (God willyng) shortly as conuenient leisure shall serue, either augment these, or publish more for thy delight and pro­fite. In the meane tyme take these in good part (I beseche thee) whiche were made of mee.

Cum mihi vernarent dubia lanugine malae.


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

WE seldom see, but that a bare respect
That takes regard, but to apply his thought:
As many tymes, may worke to good effect
As deeper driftes, with more disorder wrought:
For in attempts, where proofe is to ensew,
It neuer skills so greatly, to inuent,
Or by deuice, to frame a fetche anew,
As with regard, to order our intent.
For proofe we see the practise and deuise,
Of such as haue the cure of health in hand,
By traynes of sweet, who oft the taste entise
To brooke the sower, wherin the help doth stand.
Wherein, as well, in manner of the cure,
As in the meanes, the skill is truely tryde:
For that vnlesse the sweetnes should allure,
How should the sowre, make profite vnapplide?
This is the cause, that moues me to commend
And prayse the paynes, that wel I see were ment:
And as I like the labour of my frend,
So I allowe the drift of his intent.
Who seeyng sortes of sundry mindes to call,
And hauyng will, to woorke in all aright:
No fitter meanes, he wist to win them all,
Than thus to trayne, to profite, by delight.

George VVhetstones gentleman in the authors commendation.

RAre is the worke, that liketh euery mynde,
when sundry mindes, on sundry iudgments feede:
In flowers fooles (like Spyders) poyson finde:
The wise (as Bees) win hony from a weede.
Euen so of bookes (in print that clothed are)
The most of them, most sortes of men peruse,
And of suche sortes, some sortes of them prepare
With skillesse scoffes, the writers to abuse:
No force for that: the foe himselfe doth hit
That checkes a worke, which he can not amend:
Then sure my frend (this needfull booke that writ)
Small needes to feare the frumps that fooles do lend.
For why? his paines, yeeldes fruites of suche emprise,
As hym commendes, and doth content the wise.
Formoe nulla fides.


LIke as the spring by natures course doth breed
The sundry sortes of flowers of pleasant hew:
And clothes the earth with hearbes that thēce proceed,
Sweete for their sent, and pleasant to the vew:
Wheron the mynde of man is fixed fast,
Reuiued now, duld by the winter past:
So in this spring, that earthly thinges doth chere,
Kendall sends forth the flowers that he hath got,
[Page]Of Epigrammes, by pluckyng here and there
Of learned men, from many a Garden plot.
Smell of his flowers, resort vnto this felde,
The Gardens be of price that these do yelde.

Abraham Fleminge vpon T. K. his translated Epigrammes.

A Worke with skill beegonne
Deserues to bee commended:
But double praise (no doubt) is won
When skill the same hath ended.
Suche skill in many skante
Doeth proue them moste vnskilfull:
Self-will they wed, whiles wit they want,
Like fondlynges vaine and wilfull:
But as their skill deserues
Meere follie to bee named:
So where from witte will neuer swerues,
There skill her forte hath framed.
And suche a one is he
(His trauell giueth triall:)
Whose skill amidst so many mistes
Hath planted an espiall.
Whose skill hath scattered quite
The cloudes of Poets pen,
And hath by glisteryng leames of light,
To blinde and eylesse men
[Page]Their couert skill laid out
in letters darckly showne,
And paird away the barckes of dout,
And knotts of knacks vnknowne.
This labour hath lyen dead
(No meruell) many yeares:
But now reuiu'de, and to be read
In Englishe, as appeares,
From forreigne phrase of speache
Farre fette, and also sought,
By one in yeares (I graunte) but young,
Whose witt the same hath wrought:
But yet with iudgement fraught
and skill on doubtes to skan.
Now let me tell what I haue thought.
The worcke commends the man.
Labôri ancillatur laus.

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

FReshe flowers, Cyuet, muske, & ambergreece,
Excell in smell, eche one in his degree:
Yet of them all if thou shouldst take a fleece,
As authors flowers so sweete all would not bee.
Those all delight the nose with sugred smell,
These all delight the minde with learnyng well.
[Page]The sent of those, doeth perishe soone and vade,
Of flowers, cyuet, muske, & Ambergreece:
But flowers whiche Kendalls cunnyng here hath made
Still flourishe shall: of woorke a princely peece
His youth hath framd: now reader lend hym praise
Whiche spent for thy delight his tender daies.
Oublier ne doy.


SI non alma suis virtus contenta trophaeis
Splenderet radijs nobilitata suis:
Si non suspensas hederas frondésque virentes
Temneret illaeso cella superba mero:
Te canerē Kendalle, tuum mea pēna cothurnum
Toll [...]ret, & Musam ferret ad astra tuam.
Sed quia luce suae virtus micat aurea famae,
Nec cupit ad titulos nomina magna suos,
Tu virtute tua propria tu laude nitesces,
Magnificum virtus inclyta nomen habet.
Sat virtus ornata sibi, sibi praemia virtus
Porrigit, & proprio lumine lumen habet.
Testis adest locuples, librum modo perlege, cernes
Quam renitet radijs coelica diua suis.

EIVSDEM AD EVNDEM Carmen Sapphicum.

HOrtulos multi coëmunt, coëmptos
Floribus gratis decorant, vt inde
[Page]Colligant suaueis redeunte veris
Tempore flores.
Bella res certè simul & probanda,
Hinc enim cresount falubres odores,
Hinc vigent herbae atque inimica nostris
Pharmaca morbis.
Hortus en lautus tuus iste Kendall
Floribus cultus varijs renitet
Et suos gratis animis legenti
Fundit odores.
Hoc tuo flores capiemus horto
Quos suis vates prius inserebant
Exteris hortis, tua verò fecit
Cura Britannos.
Nos tuòs ergo recolemus hortos,
Hinc Rosas, suaeueis Violas, Acanthum
Colligat pubes digitis Britanna

FLOWERS OF EPIGRAMS: out of sundrie the moste singuler authors selected.
Out of PVLIX an auncient Poet. Hermaphroditus speaketh.

WHile great with me my mother wēt,
vncertaine what I was:
She askte the gods what she should haue,
a lad, or els a lasse.
Quoth Mars, thart with a maiden sped:
Not so Apollo saied,
It is a man: quoth Iuno then,
tis neither man nor maied.
My mothers tyme of trauaile came,
her throwes and thrutches past:
A mungrill Herkinalson, she
did bryng me forthe at last.
[Page]And askyng the forenamed three,
what should my destenie bee:
To dye by dint of deadly swoorde,
affirmed Iuno she:
He will be hanged on a tree,
quoth Mars as I suppose:
And I doe thinke saied Phoebus then,
in lake, life he shall lose.
Their verdicts none were vaine, it came
as eche did saie to passe:
And how beholde: (tis straunge I tell,)
a certaine brooke there was,
Oreshadowed with a tree, that had
full many a leauie branche:
In climyng vp this tree, my sworde
fell out, and goard my paunche.
The bowes in fallyng, caught my feete,
my head felt in the foorde:
So man, maied, neither bothe, was I
hangde, drounde, and kilde with sworde.


TIMOTHE KENDAL to the Reader.

MArtial is muche mislikt, and lothde,
of modest mynded men:
For leude lasciuious wanton woorks,
and woords whiche he doeth pen.
In deede, fonde filthie speaches foule,
faire maners much defile:
Wherefore the learned doe but well,
to count his verses vile.
Yet though his verses some be vile,
yet some doe muche auaile:
And though his matters some be fonde,
yet some of follie faile.
His woorks are like a garden good,
with weedes muche ouergrowen:
Lo reader here the fragrant flowers,
the weedes▪ awaie are throwen.
The best bereft, the beastly left:
lo reader here to thee,
The daintie Marrowe offered is:
let this thy breakefast bee.
Accept this simple Maribone,
for breakefast I thee praie:
So maiest thou better cheare obtaine,
of me an other daie.

Of a Lion, that offended his keper.

A Trustlesse beast, a Lion fearce,
with churlishe chappes did bite
And hurte his maister, whiche hym kept,
because he did hym smite.
But plaugde he was as he deserude,
for that his cruell parte,
For sith he strookes refusde with hande,
strooke deade he was with darte:
Now how should men whiche reason haue,
and rulers disobaie,
Be punishte, when we brutishe beastes,
for disobedience slaie.

Of a Tiger and a Lion.

A Tiger of the Hyrcan flocke,
so tame, that he would stande
Betwene his masters leggs, and eke
moste louyng licke his hande.
Thus tame I saie, yet did he flaie,
a Lion huge and sore:
A thyng so straunge as neuer erst,
was harde the like before.
No suche thyng durst he enterprise,
in woods when wilde was he:
Now brought with vs to liue, his moode
more ragyng fearce ye see.

Of Leander.

WHat tyme Leander lustie ladde,
his Ladie went to see:
When as with waltryng waues out worne,
and wearied quight was he:
He saied: Now spight me not (ye seas,)
Leander spare to spill?
When I haue seen my Ladie once,
then droune me if you will.

Of Gemellus, and Maronilla.

GEmellus, Maronilla faine,
would haue vnto his wife:
He longs, he likes, he loues, he craues,
with her to leade his life.
What? is she of suche beautie braue?
naie none more foule maie be:
What then is in her to be likte
or lovd? still cougheth she.

Of Arria, and Paetus.

CHast Arria when she gaue the blade,
vnto her Paeto true:
All painted and begoard with bloud,
whiche from her side she drue.
Trust me (saied she) my goared gutts,
doe put me to no paine:
But that whiche thou my P must doe,
that greues and greues againe.

To Fabulla, vainglorious.

OF beautie braue we knowe thou art,
and eke a maide beside:
Aboundyng eke in wealthe and store,
this ne maie bee denied.
But while to muche you praise your self,
and boste you all surmount:
Ne riche, ne faire, Fubulla, nor
a maide we can you counte.

To Caecilianus for the gender, and declination of Ficus.

CAecilian when I Ficus saied,
thou didst me floute therefore:
And badst me rather Ficos saie,
and Ficus vse no more.
We call that Ficus whiche on trees,
we dately see to spryng:
And thy deseases Ficos name,
for likenesse of the thyng.

To Fidentinus.

THou deemst thou art a Poet fine,
And wouldst be thought so Fidentine,
By bookes, and Epigrams of myne.
So Aegle of her self is thought,
To be wel toothed, though stark nought,
Hauyng of horne & bone teeth bought.
[Page 4]So to herself Lycoris she,
Doeth seme of beautie braue to bee,
Because her cheekes men painted see.
So thus as you a Poet are:
You maie be busht, when you are bare.

To Laelius.

WHen Laelius thou thy self doest naught,
thou carpest Verses myne:
Leaue Laelius either myne to carpe,
Or publishe some of thyne.

To Neuolus, a Lawier.

WHen euery man doeth speake, then still
thou speakest Neuolus:
And thinkst thou passyng well doest plead,
when thou doest prattle thus.
The veriest pelter pilde maie seme,
to haue experience thus:
Beholde now all are silent husht,
now speake thou Neuolus.

To Flaccus.

FLaccus, Diodor goes to lawe,
and hath for goute no reste:
He giues his lawier naughte I thinke,
his fingers are oppreste.

Of Sceuola.

[Page]IF millions many gods would giue,
of goodly glitteryng golde:
Should not then Sceuola be esteem [...],
and highly be extolde?
Oh then how would I liue (quoth he)
whereat the Gods did smile:
And gaue hym his request: but then
his ioyes he gan exile.
Then ragged goune like peltyng patche,
our Sceuola could vse:
With patche on patche like loutishe lob,
he cobled oft his shues.
His table then he did neglect,
and course fare pleasde hym beste:
With worldly cares he was so toste,
that scarse he tooke his reste.
Then must I liue he often saied,
or els the Gods me take:
And so with wealthe gan cares encrease,
and hym more carefull make.

To Aelia.

AS I remember Aelia,
fowre teeth thou hadst of thyne:
One cough did cause thee spit out twoo,
one, twoo an other tyme.
With saftie now still m [...]iest thou cough,
hauke, hem, spue, spit and spaule:
[Page 5]For now to loose or cough awaie,
remaineth nought at all.

To Fidentinus.

TIs tolde and bruted all abrode,
myne olde frende Fidentine:
That thou reportest all abrode,
my bookes for to be thine.
If thou wilt graunt them myne to bee,
Ile gratis sende them thee:
But if thou call them thine, buye them,
that myne thei maie not bee.

To Sabidius.

I Loue thee not Sabidius,
I can not tell thee why:
I can saie naught but this alone,
I doe not loue thee, I.

Of Cellia.

FOr fyre deceast thou dost not weepe,
if Gellia sole thou be:
But looke when commeth companie,
the teares then gush from thee.
She naught lamenteth Gellia;
that seekes for laude and praise:
But she who sorroweth inwardly,
tis she that wepes alwaies.

To Fidentinus.

THe booke whiche thou doest read▪ it is
frende Fidentinus myne:
But when thou ill doest read it, then
beginns it to bee thyne.

Of Diaulus, a Phisition.

DIaulus a Phisition late,
but now he buries men:
Looke what so now Diaulus doeth,
the self same did he then.

Against Olus,

THy beard is white, thy bushe is blacke,
how comes it shall I tell?
With colours thou maiest paint thy hed,
thy beard thou canst not well.

To Flaccus.

FLaccus thou knowest not Epigrams,
no more then babes or boyes:
Whiche deemst them to be nothyng els,
but sports and triflyng toyes:
He rather toyes, and sports it out,
whiche doeth in Verse recite
Fell Tereus dinner, or whiche doeth,
Thyestes supper write:
Or he whiche telles how Dedalus,
did teache his sonne to flie:
[Page 6]Whiche telleth eke of Polyphem,
the Shepheard with one eye.
From bookes of myne, are quight exempt,
all rancour, rage and gall:
No plaier in his peuishe weeds,
heare prankyng see you shall:
Yet these men doe adore (thou sayst)
laude, like and loue: in deed,
I graunt you sir those they do laude,
perdie but these thei reed.

Against Caecilianus.

WHen not sixe thousande pounde,
Caecilian did enioye:
Alofte he hoisted was,
in Chariot like a Roye.
When that through Fortunes grace,
he doubled had his stoore:
Beholde he went on foote,
euen like a peisaut poore.
The game and gaine thou haste,
and yet to loose doest faine?
Tell truthe, lest Fortune froune,
and make thee fall againe.

Against Gargilianus.

WIlt haue me call thee bountifull,
when giftes thou doest bestowe
On widowes old, and senior chuffs,
[Page]that doe in substaunce flowe▪
Nothyng maie more dishonest be [...],
then these thy subtile shifts:
How canst thou call Gargilian,
these guiles of thyne thy gifts?
So by the hooke the flotyng fishe,
is brought vnto his haue:
So by the subtile secret baite,
the selie beast is tane.
What tis to giue and to bestowe,
I will declare to thee,
If thou alreadie doest not knowe:
Gargilian giue to me.

Of Philaene.

PHilaene neuer letteth teares,
but from one eye to fall:
And would ye knowe how so it is▪
she hath but one in all.

Against Attalus.

FRende Attal, thou derlamest well,
thou pleadest causes well:
The Histories doe passe thou makst,
thy Verses doe excell.
Thou makest merie Poems, and
thy Epigrams are fine:
In Grammer, and the course of Starres,
thy knowledge is deuine,
[Page 7]Both well thou singest Attalus,
and dauncest light withall:
Thy arte doth passe to play on harp,
or tosse the Tennice ball.
When nought thou dost is well, yet all
thou dost thou thinkest right:
Wilt thou I tell what one thou art:
Ardelio, Thraso like.

Against Posthumus.

WHat shall I say this same to be?
thy garments all and some
Do smell of Mirrhe, and saue of Mirrhe
no sent doth from thee come.
This Posthumus do I suspect,
that still thou smellest well:
But Posthumus he smelles not well,
who allwaies well doth smell:

Against Zoilus.

BY reason of his Couerled
fo [...]re sick doth Zoilus lye:
He sicknes faines, to shew his clothes
of costly purpledye▪
Braue bed he hath car [...]d curious fine▪
and painted fair and gay:
What doth his fained si [...]knes, but
his substaunce vaine bewray:
What nedest thou Phisiti [...] us tell?
[Page]they do but thee delude.
Wilt thou be well: take to thee then
my homly mantell rude.

Of Sertorius.

SErtorius, nothyng finisheth,
all thinges he doth begin.
When as Sertorius drinkes, likewise
he makes none end I win.

Against Apicius.

THy tounge Apicius taunteth none,
by it no man is stung:
Yet Porringers, and Platters both,
complaine still of thy tounge.

To Fabianus.

THou beyng honest, pure, and poore,
true bothe in tonge, and harte▪
Why doest thou [...]udge in towne to dwell,
and from the [...] starte▪
Thou canst not plaie the brokyng bande,
nor yet the reueller:
Thou canst not cite for to appeare
the guilty trespasser.
Thou canst not boast and brag it out,
thou canst do none of these:
Canus, and gra [...] fyre Glaphyrus,
thou canst not praise and please.
[Page 8]Wherfore a miser poore thou liust,
nought gaines thy goodnes thee:
Be good, and neuer shalt thou sure
like Philomelus be.

Of Caerelia, and Gellia.

BEyng a gerle, Caerelia calles
her selfe an aged dame:
And Gellia she an aged trot,
herself a gerle doth name.
Ne may the one Colinus nor
the other be alowde:
The one she is ridiculous,
the other curious proude.

Of his abidyng in the countrey.

WHen I in countrie foyle sweet, sappy, rest:
how I doe spend & passe the tyme away,
If thou do long in few to haue exprest,
attentiue be, and marke what I shall say.
First serud on knees, the Maiestie deuine:
my seruaunts next & ground I ouerlook:
To euery man his taske I doe assigne,
when this is done, I get me to my booke.
For cōfortes cause, I rub my corps wt Oyle:
for exercise I wrestle now and than,
With strainyng armes a crash: & tyrd with toile
I merry make, (endebted to no man)
I pouder, quasse, sing, play, bath, sup, & sleep,
somtyme by night, to studie close I creep.

To Cinna.

MIthridates did often ming
strong poyson with his wine:
Because no poyson pestilent
should cause hym for to pine.
So Cinna thou hast wrought a fetch,
(by supping alwayes ill:)
That famine none shall fret thee, that
no hunger shall thee kill.

Against Calistratus.

I Am I graunt, and still haue bene
Calistrat poore, what then?
Yet do the deeds of mine not lurke
in dark obliuions Den:
My works are red the world throughout:
and this (tis said) is he:
And that, that diuers death denies,
that life hath graunted me.
But gorgious Mansion house of thine,
doth glister all with golde,
Thy Coffers cramd with coyne, are worth
whole thousands to be solde.
Great store of Land, and goodly ground
thy Plowe reares euery year:
Of goodly weighty flezed sheep
whole thousands thou dost shear.
Lo thus am I, and thus art thou:
[Page 9]but thou canst neuer be
As I am, of the common crue
each one may be like thee.

Against Gellia.

WHile of thy gentry thou dost bost,
and praisest stock of thine:
To match with one of callyng good
forsakes thy fancy fine.
Tush none without some Senatour
my husband I will haue
Thou saidst, now se at last thou hast
a carriar common slaue.

To Quintianus.

IN cuttyng cruell cold December,
When eache to other gifts do render:
Saue bookes naught then I gaue to thee,
At home most homely made by mee.
Perchaunce thou deemst me in thy minde,
Therefore a sneek bill, snudge vnkinde:
I hate (I do protest) thee drifts,
And guilefull giuings of these gifts.
These gifts ar alwaies fishe hookes like:
Bayt tucht, straight taken is the Pike.
When as to riche the poore giues nought,
Then Quint should he be liberall thought.

To Aulus, against Mamercus.

MAmercus by no maner meanes,
may broughe and framed be
To vse and rule his tonge aright,
so cankered curst is he.
Though thou didst passe in pietie
the constant Curius quight:
Although thou Nerua didst surmount,
for calme and quiet sprite:
Although for gentle mekenes mild
thou Druso didst excell:
Although for honesty to Mar [...]
thou mightst be likened well.
Although thou didst Mauricus match
for equitie and right.
Although thou couldst as Regulus
with filed phrase delight.
Though pleasaunt Paulus thou didst passe
to make a merry Iest.
His rustie teeth, with rane our f [...]e [...],
yet still would bite the best.
Perchaunce thou Aulus dost hym deeme,
a man of wicked tonge:
But hym a wretch deeme I, which is
mislikt all men among.

To Gellia.

WHen so thou sendest me an hare,
my Gellia still thou [...]aist
[Page 10]I shalbe seuen daies after fair:
thus still with me thou plaist.
My Gellia if thou doe not mocke:
if truth thou do declare:
I dare be bold to say that thou,
didst neuer eate an hare.

That we should benifite our frendes.

THe crafty thefe from battered chest,
doth filch thy come awaie:
The debter nor the interest,
nor principall will pay.
The fearefull flame des [...]rdies the goods,
and letteth nought remaine:
The barren ground for seede receud,
restoreth naught againe.
The subtile harlot naked strips,
her louer to the skin:
If thou commit thy self to seas,
great daunger art thou in.
Not that thou geuest to thy frend,
can fortune take away:
That onely that thou giust thy frend,
thou shalt posses for ay.

Against Posthumus.

I Minde what thou hast done for me▪
and will remember eake
Alwaies: why hold I then my peace,
[Page]and Postume dost thou speake?
When any I begin to tell,
thy goodnes what it is
Towardes me, tush straight they say
hymself earst told vs this.
Beleue me two to many are,
this same for to expresse:
One will suffice, if I shall speake,
then Posthume hold thy peace.
Though thou be frushyng franke, although
great gifts thou giue, perdy
Yet perishe all those gifts of thine
by thy garrulitie.

Against Candidus.

THy farmes are proper to thy self,
thy gold and siluer white
Thine proper, proper to thy Plate,
and christall glasses bright.
Thy pleasaunt wines of sundry forts,
thine proper to no dout:
Thy proper wit: and proper to
thy hart and courage stoute.
All doutles proper that thou hast:
what said I all? I lye.
Thy wife she is not proper, for
she common is perdy.

To Rufinus.

I Graunt, I can it not denie,
thou sure hast goodly land:
Fat farmes, and tenementes thou hast,
and liuyngs in thine hande.
And debters diuers owe thee muche,
much coine thou hast abrode:
Riche Plate of Gold and siluer both,
thy table still doth loade.
Inferiours thine Rufinus yet,
disdaine thou neuer a dell.
More then hast thou had Didymus,
and more hath Philomel.

Against Matrinia.

I Like no Beldames, I.
Matrinia dost complaine?
I Beldames loue: but thou art none.
starke dead thou dost remaine.
I can well fancie Hecuba,
of Neob like alone:
Before the one be made a dog,
the other made a stone.

Of Fishes engrauen.

BY Phidias art thou fishes seest,
engrauen feat, and trim:
Put water to them, and they will
whip, skip, frisk, frounce and swim.

Against Ligurinus.

NO man with thee will willyng me [...]t▪
and eache mis takes hym to his feet
Whereso thou Ligurine dost come:
thy presence shinnies both all, and some▪
Wilt know why thirs from thee they start?
a Poet prattlyng pert thou art.
This vice is vile all men among:
the Tigres robbed of her yong,
The Dypsas scor [...]he with skaldyng heat,
the Scorpion that with taile doth threat,
These moniters fell are not so fear [...]
as thou art, where that thou art heard:
For who I praie thee suffer can
as thou are such a troublous man?
To hym that standeth thyu dost reed,
so eke to hym that sits indeed.
To hym that runs thou art recityng,
to hym thou readst that is a sh [...]tyng.
Washyng at Baines, there I thee here.
I can not swim, where thou a [...]t neer.
To meales I hast, me dost thou nay.
at table plast, thou goest thy way.
All wery when I go to bed,
molestyng mee, thou shakst my hed.
What harme thou dost now wilt thou see?
though honest, good, and iust thou be,
Yet for this fault, none like of thee.

To the same Ligurinus.

THe supper of Thyestes, whether
Phoebus God deuine
Mislikt I know not, Ligurine
but sure we like not thine.
Thy fare is fine and good, thy [...]ates
as curious as may be:
Consideryng how thy tong doth walk,
yet all mislikes we see.
I care not for thy dainty meates:
I do mislike each messe:
What I would haue thee do dost aske?
what? marry hold thy peace.

To Aemilianus.

IF poore thou be Aemilian,
thou shalt be poore alwaies:
For none but welthy worldlyngs are
enriched now adayes.

To Labienus.

WHen Labienus all alone
I saw thee sit of late▪
Three men mee thought I saw: I was
deceaued by thy pate.
One patch of heare there standeth here,
another standeth there:
Deformd thy scalp: the locks do grow
[Page]I know not how, nor where.
In midst of all, thy sconse is balde:
there allies are to see:
Wherein not half a grasse doth growe,
so bald, and bare they be.
When as the Emperour deales his dole,
thy sconse then profits thee:
Others one Basket haue of bred,
for thy part thou hast three.
Thou like vnto king Gerion art:
If Hercules thee spye
In Phillips Porch, (take heede I say)
dead art thou by and by.

To Lupercus.

FOr that thou suppest oftentimes
and neuer callest mee:
Lupercus I haue found a way,
How to be euen with thee.
I will be angrie though thou sende,
call, and request mee still:
What will I do, dost aske of mee?
What? marrie come I will.

To Faustinus, against an euill Phisition Hermocrates.

BOth washt and supt Andragoras,
with vs in health and sound:
Yet in the morne Andragoras,
[Page 13]stark dead in bed was founde.
Wouldst knowe of suche so sodaine death,
what should thoccasion be?
Hermocrat the Phisition
in slumber he did see.

Against Phoebus.

WIth oyntment made for nonce, thy pace
all ouer Phoeb is dyde:
And all thy sluttish scuruie skalpe
a painted heare doth hyde.
No Barber thou dost neade at all
thy hed to notte, and pole:
A Sponge or painting pensile Phoeb,
will better shaue thy nole.

Against the enuious.

ROme lauds, & loues, & reades my works,
and singes them euery where:
Each fist doth hold me clutched fast,
eache bosome me doth beare.
One blusheth [...]o, as red as fyre,
anone as pale as claye:
Anone he lookes astonished,
as one did hym dismaye:
Sometime he mumping mockes and moes,
sometime he doth repine:
Ymarrie, this is that I would:
now please me verses mine.

To Marianus.

THou knowest one lurketh thee to [...]ueth.
and he that lurkes a lo [...]t
To lucre bent: thou knowest his drift,
and where he goes about.
Yet hym thine heir thou didst ordaine
in will thou madest last:
And madman like didst will that he
should in thy roome be p [...]a [...]t.
He sent thee gifts in deed: but how?
he sent them with the hooke:
And can the fishe the fisher loue,
that for his death doth looke?
Trowest thou this Foxe will for thy death
take any inward thought?
No, no: if thou wilt haue hym weepe,
then Marian giue hym nought.

Of the the [...]e Cilix.

A Thefe that Cilix had to name,
to rob an Orchard sometime came▪
In all the garden great was nought
saue Priapus, of Marble wrought.
What doth me he, (greedy of praye,)
but hales the hugy stone awaye.

To Lupus.

PEnsiue thou art, and prosperous:
take heede lest fortune blinde
[Page 14]Knowe Lupus this, lest she thee call
churle gratelesse, and vnkinde.

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 had
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.

To Amianus.

A Serpent fell thou hast engraud,
in [...]iluer bole of thyne
Of Mirons makyng: poyson sure
thou drinkst thou drinkst no wine.

Against Olus.

[Page]FOule filthie faultie folks there are:
whats Olus that to thee?
What matters it thou honest, what
vile vicious varlets be.
Matho at Dice plaies all his co [...]e:
whatts Olus that to thee?
Not thou therefore shalt feele the paines,
of poore estate, but he.
Sertorius reuelles out the night:
whatts Olus that to thee?
So thou maiest snortyng soundly stepe.
and still in quiet bee.
Muche money Titus, Lupus owes:
whatts Olus that to thee?
When thou indebted art to none,
but art from all men free.
For all this Olus yet there is,
that doeth pertaine to thee:
And that vnto thy charge and care,
of duetie doeth agree.
Thy gowne to gage for coine doeth lye,
this to thee Olus is:
And for a farthyng no man now
will credite thee, and this.
Thy wife doeth make thee carrie hornes,
this to thee Olus is:
Thy daughter now a dowrie greate
requires of thee, and this.
[Page 15]Muche more beside I could declare
what doeth pertaine to thee:
But Olus what pertaines to thee,
doeth naught pertaine to me.

To Castor.

CAstor, thou euery thyng doest buy:
Sell euery thyng thou wilt perdy.

To his Muse.

FIue bookes had been sufficient:
or sixe, or seuen in deede:
And to muche to: why then my Muse
to sport doest thou proceede?
Fie, fie, forbeare, and make an ende:
my fame abroad is spred:
And no man talkt of more then I.
my bookes eche where bee red.
And when the stones of Messala
shall lye, and bee forlorne:
When Marble stones of Licinus
to pouder shall be worne,
Yet euery mouthe shall speake of me:
and many a geste with hym
Shall carrie to his countrie coste,
my woorkes and poems trim.
I ended. Loe, then spake one of
the sacred sisters nyne,
Whiche had her bosome and her locks
[Page]besmeerd. with oyntments [...].
Canst thou, canst thou vngracefull churle
(quoth she) finde in thy harte:
To plaie as thou hast purposed,
so fonde a thanklesse parte?
Canst thou forsake thy pleasant toyes,
and trifles that excell?
How better canst be occupied
when thou ar [...] Idle, tell?
In lofty stile wilt rather chuse
feirce tragedies to write?
Or else of blowes, and blody blades
hadst rather to indite?
Then euery skowlyng scholemaster
would read with harshie voyce
Thy verse, then neither lad nor lasse
would in thy stile reioyce.
The frownyng sage, and sowre seuere
these kinde of thinges do write,
Who miserably spend their time
in study day and night.
Vse rather thou thy Romain Iests,
and pleasauntly repeat
Thy sawes, and as for them, let them
of what they list intreat.
Although with s [...]klender Oten pipe
thou seemst perdy to sing:
Thou dost surpasse the Trumpet, lowd
[Page 16]that in the eares doth ring.

To Priscus.

DO ye demaund a welthy wenche
why that I will not wed?
I nill be bound for to obaye,
my wife at euery sted.
The matrons (Priscus) to the man
must still inferiour be:
Else shall they not be equall, nor
like man and wife agre.

To a married couple, that could not agree.

SIth that you both are like in life,
(a naughty man, a wicked wife:)
I muse ye liue not voyd of strife.

Of Fabius, and Chrestella.

HIs wiues still buries Fabius▪
Christella contrary
Her husbands buries: none they match
withall, but straight they dye.
Now Hymen cause these conquerours
together both to linke:
That so one Beare may bere them both
to their sepultures brinke.

Against Gallicus.

WHen me thine Heire of all thy lands
to make thou diddest swere
[Page]By all the gods, that rule aboue,
and by thyne hory heare,
I thee beleud: for willingly
who will himself forsweare?
And still in hope to speede, with giftes
I did thee feede and chear.
Among my gifts a Boar I sent,
great, fat, a waighty one:
As huge and monstrous mighty big,
as that of Calidone.
Thou straight way didst send for, and feast,
the riche and eak the poore:
All Rome doth belche and surfet yet,
with eatyng of my Bore.
My selfe the giuer (who would thinke?)
the better nought did fare:
I nothyng had, ne ryb ne rumpe
did fall vnto my share.
Frend Gallicus what should I hope
thy land to gaine of thee?
When that no morsell of myne owne,
thou wouldest giue to mee.

Of Priscus, his banquet.

THe learned Priscus bookes bewray
what banquet is the best:
In pleasant stile is muche declard,
In lofty much exprest.
[Page 17]But sure with learnyng great declard
there is both all and some:
Wilt know what banquet is the best?
where Minstrelles none do come.

Against Cinna.

AN Astrologian Cinna said
that quickly thou shouldst dye,
Thy fate he did fortell thee thus:
and sure he did not lye.
For whilest thou didst feare thou shouldst
leaue much behind to spend,
Thou reueling didst roist it out
and madst of all an end▪
Not one yere fully was expirde
but all was gone wellny:
Declare me Cinna now, is this
not quickly for to dye?

To Condilus.

THat thou so long a serua [...]a [...] libft
why Condil doost complaine?
A masters greife thou [...] knowe,
nor yet seruaunts gaine.
Thy hard and homely couch doth yeld
thee quiet sleep and rest:
When Caius lo lies brood awake
with cramping cares opprest.
For feare thy maister dare not, but
[Page]salute whom so he meetes:
When thou maist iet with cap on crowne,
and carelesse strut the streetes.
One comes to maister thine and saith
giue that thou owst to mee:
And staies hym in the street, and none
so Condil doth to thee.
Thou fearst a pat on pate, or els
a whirrit on the eare:
But gronyng he with gre [...], and gowt,
his fatall fine doth feare▪
Speake Condil, hadst not rather now
still haue a seruaunts place
Then be a maister, and remaine
in Caius cursed case:

Against Aphe [...].

AS oft as I beholde thy wife,
when as with thee I [...],
Thou lowryng Apher bendst thy brow,
as though than didst [...].
What fault? tell what offe [...]e [...]
thy wife fo [...] to [...]
The sun, the starres, the thrun [...]ed thrones
with siluer perle and gold,
And eak the gods themsel [...]e [...] [...]
what should I turne aside,
And flap my hand on face▪ as th [...]ugh,
some Roman grim I spide
[Page 18]A hoorson fell was Hercules,
yet Hilas we might see:
With prety Ganimed to play,
M. still had licence free.
If thou wilt haue thy guests to wink,
and not thy wife to see:
Let Phineas blind, and Oedipus,
thy guests then Apher be.

Against Crispus.

THou saist thou art as much my frend
as any man can be:
But now, to proue this true thou saist,
what dost thou Crisp for mee?
I would haue borowed coine of thee,
thou diddest mee denie,
What tyme thou hadst as much as well
could in thy coffer lye.
When gauest thou mee a busshell tell,
of Beanes or any graine?
When as to plow thy fertill ground
thy plowman tooke the [...]?
When gauest thou mee a Frocke of Frise
my corps from cold to [...]?
Or when of siluer halfe a pound
didst thou vnto mee send?
Nought els I see, wherby I may
beleue my frend thou art:
[Page]But that before me oftentymes
thou gerdest out a fart.

To Phileros.

SEuen wiues of thine now Phileros
in ground engraued be:
The ground to none so bountifull,
as Phileros to thee.

To hymselfe.

MArtial, the thinges that do attaine
the happy life, be these I finde▪
The riches left, not got with paine,
The fruitefull ground, the quiet minde:
The egall frend, no grudge no strife,
No charge of rule nor gouernaunce,
Without desease the healthfull life,
The household of continuaunce.
The mean dyet, no delicate fare,
True wisedome ioynd with simplenes,
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppresse.
The faithfull wife without debate,
Such sleepes as may beguile the night,
Content thy self with thine estate,
Ne wishe for death, nor feare his might.


THe thinges whiche cause [...] life mee thinkes
most full of blisse to be,
[Page 19]Are these: when goods from frends do fall,
and we from labour free.
When fertill field growes fast abroad,
and mind is voyd of strife:
And merry Ihon by tostyng fire,
may sit with Ione his wife.
When corps is sound and strong with all,
and wisedome rules the mynde:
And frends in frenships faithfull knot,
a faithfull hart doth bynde.
When fare is good, though not of cost,
and night with pleasure prest,
Not drowsy head, but merry minde,
doth cause a quiet rest.
To be as harte could wishe or craue,
thy state content withall:
Not feare, nor wishe for fatall day,
but come when come it shall.

Against Carmenion.

SIth that Carmenion you doe cracke
of Corinth that you are
A citezen, and so say all,
I maruell how you dare
And with what face and honestie
call mee your brouher: why?
You know in Spaine that I was borne
eke there I dwell perdy.
[Page]What do we looke alike? no sure:
and why it shall appeare:
Thou wandrest trixsie trimsie fine,
with crispt and curled heare.
But all disordered lye my locks
after the Spanish guise:
Thou doest with ointments rid thine here,
rough are my legs, and eyes.
An amerous flatteryng tong hast thou,
speakyng nice, neat, and fine:
Not halfe so womannish as thyne,
is daughters tongue of mine.
Looke how the Doue doth differ from
the chefest bird of all:
Looke how the Deare doth differ from
the Lion strong and tall:
So differ we: wherefore I say,
Carmenion, brother thine
Ceasse mee to call hereafter, lest
I call thee sister mine.

To Gallus.

IF so my grief will do thee good,
I will be vp and dight,
Before Aurora doe appeare
and chase awaie the night.
I will about, when plunging puffes
vpturneth townes and towers:
[Page 20]Ile bide the bruntes of frost and snow
and hidious hissyng showers.
But if no better thou awhit,
if nought at all thou gaine
By this my troublous toyle and grefe,
and griefly pinchyng paine,
Spare thou my tyred ghost, and from
these torments make me free:
Whiche help not Gallus thee a whit,
but hurt and hinder mee▪

To Philenis

DOest aske with plaister on my chin
why that I walke about?
Philenis mine I do not minde
to kisse thee out of doute.

To Cherimon.

SIth like a Stoike, Cherimon,
thou praisest death so muche:
Thou wouldst bee praisde, and wondred at,
as though there were none suche.
What makes thee death desire so muche?
thy broken pitcher potte▪
Thy homely raskall har [...]h, that burnes,
with fire seldome hotte.
Thy mat [...]e, and eke thy bedstead bare,
with stinkyng Cimex fret:
Thy cu [...]olde cal [...]oke colde, wherein
[Page]thou still art faine to iet:
O what a stoute couragious man
is this? how manly bolde?
That loues no dregs of Vineger,
nor holme, nor brownbread olde,
Well goe to: if vpon a bed
of dowle thou shouldest lye:
And if thy couche were costly clad
with clothes of purple dye.
Then, then, full often wouldst thou wishe
thrice Nestors yeares to liue:
No tyme then wouldst thou lose, but still
thy self to pleasure giue.
An easie thyng in penurie,
this life for to dispise:
Who can beare torment paciently,
tis he thats counted wise.

To Parthenope.

THy chaps and iawes Parthenope,
a cruell cough doeth greeue:
To helpe thee, the Phisition
vnto thee still doeth giue
Nutkernels short, fine honie sweete,
and cracknels of the best,
And all suche thyngs as children please,
and make to bee at rest.
Yet notwithstandyng all this geare,
[Page 21]thou coughest still perdy
Ye are a craftie knaue, you cough
to fare deliciously.

Against Zoilus.

HE did not terme thee Zoilus right,
who termde thee vicious elfe:
If he should terme thee truely, he
should terme thee vice it self.

To Vacerra.

A Flatterer, and a slaunderer,
Also a craftie cossener,
A trifler vaine, a whoremunger,
A fine foincastyng fenceplaier,
All these Vacerra though thou bee:
I muze, yet mony wants with thee.

To Polla.

WHy Polla me doest garlands sende
so faire, so freshe, so fine?
Sende rather me some Roses rubde
with lillie handes of thyne.

Of Legeia.

IF Legeas yeres and heares agree:
Then iuste three yeres of age is she.

Of Affricanus.

AS riche as Cresus Affric is:
for more yet hunts the chuffe:
[Page]To muche to many, Fortune giues,
and yet to none inuffe.

To Fabullus. Of Themnon.

FAbullus frende doest aske me, why
hath Themison no wi [...]e?
He loues to bee in quiet, free
from bate, and brawlyng strife.

Against Thelesinus.

WHen that no gage nor paune I bryng,
and of thee coine doe craue:
I can not helpe thee straite thou saiest:
gage grounde and thou shalt haue.
So thou no credite giust at all,
vnto me Thelesine:
Thyne old companion, and thy frende,
but trustest grounde of myne.
Loe Carus hath thee guiltie founde,
and banisht must thou bee:
Wouldst haue me beare thee companie?
naie, call my grounde to thee.

To Iulius.

IF thou wilt eschewe bitter aduenture,
And auoide the gnawyng of a pensiue hart:
Set in no one person all wholy thy pleasure,
The lesse shalt yu ioy, but lesse shalt yu [...].

To Phoebus.

[Page 22]WIth hyde of Kid, thyne head in [...],
to couer baldnesse thyne:
He quipt thee home, who [...]olde thee Phoeb
thy sconse was clouted fine.

To one diuersly conditioned.

FAtile, and froward art thou sure,
faunyng, and also fell:
With thee I can not liue, nay bide,
nor yet without thee dwell.

Against Zoilus.

BLack head, red beard, short feete thou hast▪
and poreblinde eke thou art:
Tis ten to one, but Zoilus thou
doest harbour harme in harte.


BLacke hed, red beard short feete thou hast,
and eke thou art poreblinde:
Thou woorkst a wonder Zoile, if thou
hast any good in mynde.

Against Policarnus.

TEn tymes in twelue mōthes thou art sick
or oftner, Policarme:
And this thy sicknesse neuer thee,
but frendes of thyne doeth harme.
For after health recouered still,
[Page]thy frends thou asked gifts:
For shame bee sicke but once a yere,
and leaue these guilefull shiftes.


Wheate flower.

THe profits greate, none maie repeate
of flower so fine perdie:
Sith for the Cooke, and Baker bothe,
it serues to occupie.


SIth that our auncients vsde to eate,
Lettuce when all was doon:
I muse why euery meale of vs,
with Lettuce is begunne.

Leekes oft cut.

STrong sentyng Leekes of Tarentine,
when so thou cranched haste:
Be sure to kisse thy lasse with lippes,
together clinched faste.

The Dormouse.

I Slepe out all the Winter sharpe,
and fattest then am I:
[Page 23]All whiche tyme naught but slūberyng slepe
doeth make me fatte perdy.

The Conie.

THe little Conie loues to scoute,
In Berries, that are digged out:
By these our foes in elder daies,
Haue learned many secrete waies.

The Ringdoue, or Stockdoue.

THe Stockdoues secrete parts,
make lumpishe, dull, and dedde:
Shunne hym to eate, if thou wilt bee
with liuely courage spedde.

The Peacocke.

THou wondrest when he spreads abrode,
his wyngs that glisteryng looke:
And canst thou finde in harte, to giue
hym to the cruell Cooke?

The Swanne.

WIth warblyng note, he tuneth verse.
The Swanne doeth sweetely syng
Before his death, cracyng a long
the streame with fethered wyng.

A shelfishe, in Latine Murex.

(CHurle as thou art) with our blood,
thy clothes are purple died:
[Page]Yet this is not sufficient,
we made are meate beside.

The Gogion.

ALthough in Venice feasts they make,
and still haue daintie chere▪
Yet with a Gogeon thei beginne,
their suppers lightly there.

The Hare.

EMongest birdes the [...]hrushe is be [...]t,
and beares awaie the bell:
Emongest beasts the Ha [...]e is best,
and doeth the rest excell.


THe tuske the Bore doeth well defende [...]
the horne the Harte doeth shelde:
Poore s [...]ie Does what els are wee,
but preyes to Doggs in feeld▪

Wine of Tarentum.

AVlon hath Woolles moste excellent,
and Grapes moste goodly fine:
Take thou the ponderous waightie felles,
giue me the precious Wine.

Sweete oyle or oyntment.

NOr wine nor oyntmēt leaue thine heire:
let hym possesse thy pelfe
[Page 24]For his parte and these o [...]her giue
all onely to thy self.

Chestes made of Iuery.

IN coffers these put nothyng els
saue yellow [...] golde:
Chests homely rude lesse precious,
may siluer serue to holde▪


SMall dice and nu [...]es, feme tri [...]ing [...]oyes,
and thinges of slender price:
Yet these haue made boyes but tockes smart
with rods, not once▪ nor twise.

The combe, to the bald pate.

WIth boxen combe, thick toothed sharpe,
that giuen is to thee.
What wilt thou doe: when as no heare
is on thy head to see.


WHat wilt thou doe▪ wt cōbe thick tothed [...]o?
whē as no heare vpō thy head doth grow.

The Coffer wherin bookes are laid.

TYe streict, bind hard thy bookes in mee:
lest that with Mothes consumd they be.

Light, pertainyng to the chamber.

[Page]THy Candle bright, of chamber thine
the secrets all I knowe:
Doe what thou list, I still am whist,
No secrets I doe show.

A Candlesticke of wood.

THou seest that wood I am, vnlesse
thy light thou do well watch:
A Candle great shall I become,
the flame if once I catche.


FResh [...]riskyng youth be packyng hence,
Mild age agrees with mee:
Boyes bellowes best beseeme, and syres
that frosty [...]erded be.

A medicine by rubbyng to make the teeth vvhite.

TEll? what hast thou to doe with mee?
fayre gerles and maydens ought
Mee for to vse: I trim [...]
made, counterfet, and bought.

A Lanterne of Horne.

A Lanterne bright (incloasing light)
the waie I show thee best:
The candle in my bosome put
doth shrowd, and safely rest.

A Flye flap of Peacockes plumes.

THe taile of princely Peacock proue,
that glisteryng faire doth show,
May serue to flap the filthy flies
vpon thy meate that blow.

The Parret.

I Pratyng Parret am, to speake
some straunge thing▪ learne ye me:
This of my selfe I learnd to speake,
Caesar alhai [...]e to thee.

The Nightingale.

FAyre Philomela howles, for fact
Of Tereus filthy kyng:
A maid she could not speake, a byrd
she loud and shrill doth sing.

The Pye.

A Chatteryng Pye am I, and doe
salute my maister thee:
If mee thou sawest not, thou wouldest sure
deeme mee no bird to be.

Cups of Christall.

WHen thou dost feare to breake these cups,
then doest thou breake them still:
Bold hands are ill to hold these cups,
and fearefull hands are ill.

A Girdle.

NOw long am I, but when with child
thy belly shall beare out:
Than gerdle short I shall be made,
and scant thee come aboute.


WHen feathers want, to stuffe thy couche
with hay thou maist be sped:
Pale care doth seldome come to couche
on hard and homely bed.


LEander bold, in weltring waues
cride, spare mee now ye Seas
Vntill my lady I haue seen,
then drowne mee, if you please.

The Tumbler.

NOt for hymself, but for his lorde,
the tumbler hunteth free:
Which cla [...]pt in mouth doth bryng vnhurt
the Leueret vnto thee.

The Ram.

WIth Butchers knife thou carued hast,
the Ram his tender throate:
Deservd he this whiche vnto thee
so often gaue his coate?

The Havvke.

A Rauener fowle of foule he was,
now faulckoners seruaunt he:
He birds beguiles yet gaineth not
the birds that taken be.

A Cooke.

TIs not sufficient for a Cooke
a Cooke for to be tryde:
A Cooke must know his maisters mouth,
and appetite beside.

A baker of fine Cakes, or like thinges.

A Thousand sweete delicious knackes
he formeth fine, by skill:
For hym alone they busy bee▪
doth toyle and labour still.


To Leonellus. Submission.

THy mountyng minde doth still aspire,
thou still doest boast and cracke:
And Leonel thou wouldest be
Magister totum fac.
And whilest thou [...]owtst thus putt wt pride,
and deemst thou doest excell
All else beside, thou driuest thy selfe,
to deepest pit of hell.
Ah, yet at length submit thy self,
let Pride thee not be guile:
Deare shalt thou be to Christ if tho [...]t
seeme to thy selfe as, bi [...]e▪

Sorovvyng for the dead▪

THou weepest still, thou skrechest shrill,
thou halest from head thyne heares:
Thy face all torne with scratchyng clawes,
like S. Ihons face appeares.
Dost thinke thy so [...]ne [...] [...]p [...]rted hence,
may thus againe he had▪
To sorrow for the dead, [...]s but
Greef vnto [...] ad▪

To Titus. Naughtines borne withall.

I Mused what should be the cause,
why men doe nothyng feare
[Page 27]Nor shame to doe offences, suche
as hainous do appeare:
When [...]o I heard a voice whiche spake,
the wordes whereof were suche:
Ah, wicked deedes and cursed crimes,
are cockered to to muche.

To A man thankeles.

FOr kinreds sake and curtesie,
thou often doest require:
For frendships cause and amitie,
againe thou doest desire.
And comfort none thou doest receiue,
of frend, nor yet of brother:
And why? because thou wilt not doe
for one good turne, another.

To Sextus. Pittie: almes.

PRoude Pallaces with battlements,
thou hast erected hie:
Thy farmes and maner howses, storde
with euery thyng do lye.
Thou dost abound in beddes of towne,
thy fare is passyng fine:
Thy clothes are costly to thy backe:
all passyng that is thine.
Vppon thy selfe, thy goods and coine
thou spendest euermore:
Dost aske how bet they may be spent
how? marrie on the poore.

To Baptista Castellus.

ALL men (as well the riche as poore)
of force must one daie die:
And more are riche men hurt by store,
then poore by penurie.
Goods, seldome (they) doe bryng to God:
a Cable shall go in
Muche soner through a Nedels eye,
then Diues heauen win.

To Zoylus. Weepyng teares.

A Shipwracke thou hast made of late:
from blubberyng teares refraine:
Lost goods, by [...]oud lamentyng cries,
may not be got againe.
Thy brest is Zoyl a sinke of sinnes:
thou still hast gone astraye:
Wherefore waile Zoylus for thy sinnes,
teares washe mens sinnes awaie:
But thou dost laugh my words to scorne:
no force, laugh if thou please:
Yea laugh thy fill, sweet hony still
the sickly doth displease.

To Homer. an Hyprocite.

I Can not chuse but praise thee, that
thou earnest art in Prayer:
And that vnto the Temple thou
so often makest repaire.
That Idlenes thou doste eschew,
[Page 28]whiche breedes a lothsum life:
That thou wilt not be seen to talke,
with any others wife.
That thou dost not in vsurie
nor honour vaine delight:
Yet Homer, all thing is not gold
that shines and glisters bright.

To Zeno. Castigation.

HE is not still an enemy
that makes to smart, and smites:
Ne is he still a faithfull frende
that pleaseth and delightes.
Farre better sure it is to haue,
sowre Zeno vs to loue:
Then he that sekes by flat [...]ery fayre,
for to allure and moue.

To Caper. tauntes. backbityngs.

THou doste complaine, thy fate
vnluckie still to be,
Because that Fabius froward foole
bites, blames, and sclaunders thee.
Caper content thy selfe,
who is reproched, he
No miser is, the Sycophantes
themselues the misers be.

To Criticus. Children must be instructed.

SOft claye, may formde and framed be
how and to what you will,
[Page]The tender waxe, to any shape,
is prest and pliant still:
So youth in tender yeares may be
instructed hou you list,
And how they frame themselues in youth,
so lightly they persist.
Wherfore in vertue, Criticus
instruct thy child betyme:
To no admonishment their eares
the grauer sore incline.

To Quirinus.

MEns faces diuers are and strange:
so are their hartes likewise:
And what lyes hidden in the hart,
none may discerne with eyes.
For some you see that gentle seeme,
and curteous outwardly:
When scorchyng hatred in their hart
doth burne incessantly.
Some Damons deare, in face appeare,
and Demons dire in chest:
So selde or neuer still you see,
the browe bewraies the brest.
And frende Quirinus, Calaber
the kyng doeth fauour thee,
Yet mayest thou hee assurde of this,
none more thy foe then he▪
[Page 29]Perchaunce my boldnesse some will blame,
no force, I care not, I:
Nothyng maie lurke or bee concelde,
where frendship firme doeth lye.

To Visus. a backbiter.

FOr that I did refuse,
Vrsus to aunswere thee
Aboute Religion.
thou musest muche a [...]me.
I giue no holie thynges to dogs,
a carpyng currishe wighte,
No better then a curre I counte,
whiche still doeth barke and bite.

To Philenius. a flatterer.

THe Mallarde when she sees the Hauke,
in haste she hies awaie:
When horned Harte beholds the Dog,
no lenger doeth he staie.
So frende Philenius, sugred woords
eschue, as enmies darte:
The faunyng flatterer worse then foe,
doeth smite, and make to smarte.

To Petrus. Loue dissimuled.

VNlesse some worthie woorke in verse,
I doe present to thee:
[Page]Thou saiest all loue and frendlinesse,
shall ceasse, twixt thee and me.
Euen when you please, I am content,
a Flie for suche a frende:
Leude is the loue that doeth not last,
but startyng; taketh ende.

To Arnus. Surfet.

DOest aske with sundrie sicknesses,
why men are vexed so:
By diuers deintie dishes sure,
diseases diuers growe.
Our elders that one dishe did vse,
did healthfull still endure:
Then skant ten herbes in field were founde,
an hurte or sore to cure.
Now hilles, and woods, and seas are sought:
all places more, and lesse:
And eke we practise Magicke arte,
and suche like deuilishnesse.
And yet our soares excede our salues,
and needes it must be so:
For men will rather lose their liues,
then gluttonie forgoe.

To Marius. Armour and weapon against the deuill.

AGainst the slie deceiptes,
of Sathan tyraunt fell▪
[Page 30]My Marius, wouldst thou knowe
how to bee fensed well:
First curet thyne must bee,
All pride for to expell:
Thy helmet, as thy selfe,
To loue thy next as well.
Thy buckler that must bee,
A chast vnspotted brest:
Vse patience for thy brigandine,
when Fortune doeth molest.

To Cosmicus. Curiositie in decking the bodie.

WIth odours sweete of Siria soile,
thy garments all doe smell:
If corps thou washe not thrise adaie,
thou thinkst it is not well.
Thy bushe of heare is braided braue
and friseled woondrous fine:
No spot or mole doeth once deforme,
the comely corps of thyne.
Doe these beseme a seruaunt, of
the liuyng Lorde of light:
No man that setts so by hym self,
can please the Lorde a right.

To Pamphilus. frendship.

IF thou doe bid me range abrode,
by sa [...]de, or els by seas:
[Page]To pleasure thee, I will be preste:
I nill regarde myne ease.
No monstrous beast with grashyng chaps,
in desert that doeth bide,
Shall me deter: nor rumblyng waues,
of Occian sea so wide.
Ice, scorchyng heate of Sommer hotte:
stormes, that so fearce are thought:
Rockes, ratlyng haile, raine, all will I
contemne and set at nought.
Perchaunce thou deemst I speake and prate,
to to outragiouslie:
Tushe Pamphil, what a frende can doe,
no tongue can speake perdie.


IF thou wilt haue me deme, that thou
repentst thee of thy synne:
To synne a freshe in woonted wise,
see thou doe not beginne.
What beast is he, whiche beyng washt
in waues of flowyng flood.
Will straite goe haske hym self afresh [...]
in durte, and dablyng mudde.

To Propertianus. a Niggarde.

WHo not vouchsafes hymself to helpe,
(Philenis miser he,)
Doest thinke Propercian he will giue,
[Page 31]they lande he [...] thee?
Who will deceiue hym [...] doubt
an other will beguile:
No credite is for to bee giuen,
vnto a miser vile.

To Lazarus. Vice in honour.

DOest maruell why myne anger is,
so greate as now it is:
My soule lothes Lazarus to liue,
in suche a worlde as this.
Who pointed are to punishe synne,
themselues synne openly:
This man he spends the Orphants goods,
this keepes them wrongfully.
Now Iudges bribed are eche where,
now hands are gresde apace:
Now now suborned witnesses,
all thyngs in piteous case.
In fine, my louyng Lazarus,
who is not bent to vice:
They count hym now a coxcombe foole,
a noddie, nothyng wise.

To Paulus B. Of an harlot.

BEcause Elisia laughes on thee,
Paule therefore thou art glad:
To ioye in ones owne miserie,
a mischief to to bad.
[Page]Perchaunce she flattereth thee, and saieth
she neuer will thee leaue:
Ah, neuer credite harlot smothe,
she alwaies doeth deceaue.

To Ponticus. Examples.

AWaie with thyne admonishements
and speache so pleasaunt fine:
Muche moue examples Ponticus,
small moue those woords of thyne.
An easie matter for to speake,
but for to doe, tis harde:
Doe as thou saiest, els what thou saiest,
we will not we regarde.

To Marianus. Stable abidyng.

THou haste begunne the pathe to shunne,
that leades to vice, tis well:
And for because thou haste doen so,
my ioye no tongue can tell.
But yet remember this bith waie,
not he that doeth beginne:
But who perseuers to the ende,
shall glories garlande winne.


IN daies of olde were champions stout,
That lustie, long in healthe helde out:
For why? of them was slurgyng slothe,
And gluttonie auoided bothe:
[Page 32]Now deintie dishes hasten death,
And bedds bereue our bodies breath.

To Larius. Infirmities.

THe greuous gouce putts thee to paine:
From women, cares, and wine refraine:
This sicknesse sore, and greef of thine,
Maie bryng to passe, that lawe deuine,
Could neuer bryng to passe in thee:
A newe man this male make thee bee.
This greef thee vnto God maie winne:
With doloures ioyes doe ofte beginne.

To Maximus. a M [...]se [...].

THis is thy cast still, Maximus,
th [...] is lest euermore:
Because thou wilt not spende thy goods,
thou sparst to feede the poore.
Ah caitiffe [...]arle, how art thou witcht
with blinde desire of gaine:
Knowest not that carkyng couetousnesse,
bryngs hell and ho [...]lyng paine?
The carle charletts the poore to pine,
and saues his paultrie pelfe,
What seekes he but to spa [...]e his goods,
and quight to spill hym selfe?

Luste vnsatiate.

BLacke Proserpine hath neuer suckt,
of humaine bloud her fill:
[Page]The drie vnsaciable ground,
doth thurst for moysture still.
And though thou caste (and neuer ceasse)
whole forrests in the fire:
It saies not ho, for more it calles,
more still it doth desire.
So gredy lust vnsatiate,
doth not contented bide,
Vntill it hath destroid the corps,
and eke the soule beside.

To Ollus Patience.

NE teares auaile the [...]ieke, indence
nor those, in graue now d [...]d:
Ne pearcyng plaintes when ship is sunk,
stande Mariners [...].
So fades no whit thy furie Oll,
when thou dost rage and rore:
But rather through thy greu [...]us as grones,
augments it more and more.
What thou dost suffer take in worth,
and heare with patient minde:
What thou dost beare against thy will,
more lodesome shalt thou finde.

To Iacobus Melitus. Detraction.

LEad still a godly life,
well still thy selfe behaue:
Yet thee shall wicked tongues
[Page 33]reproche, and eke depraue.
It is the pastime and delight
Of Zoyles, at good men still to spight.

To Vincentius Nouatus. shunsloth.

IF thou Vincentius carest for
the health that still doth laste:
Then farre from thee continually,
see sluggish sloth thou cast.
When basking slothfull in the sunne,
the fiend his foe doth see:
Then then with mightie hand alwaies
to weapon runneth he:
But whom he sees to labor prest,
theim lets he still alone:
He labor lothes, and loues the luske.
to ease and pleasure prone.

To Flaccus. Extortioners, Cormorauntes.

ONe sillie drop of water askt
the glotton greedie gorche
With humble sute, to swage the heat
that so his tonge did scorche:
Yet neuer robd he as I reed,
the poore of ought hym selfe to feed.
If that be cause he would not giue,
thus plaugd the riche man was
With torments suche in hell, what sh [...]ll
[Page]become of them (alas)
That nothyng giue, but still oppresse
poore widdowes, and the fatherles.

To Marullus. Almesdeedes.

DOost feare that God will angrie be,
and turne away his face from thee
Marullus mine? I will ther tell
a waye, how to be safe and well.
Thy face turne thou not from the poore:
God, like for like, payes euermore.

The good man feareth nought.

IF fortune doe but bend the browe,
and ner so little strike:
Thou out of courage straight art dasht,
I neuer saw the like.
And yet thou countst thy selfe for good:
but by no reason sure:
For goodmen they with manly harts,
do all mishaps indure.
Let murdring Mars be modie mad,
let fire and flame destroie:
Let frettyng famin pine and paine,
let mischefes all annoye.
With stout coragious minds, all thinges
good honest men sustaine:
Knowyng that hereby, onely they,
their hauen and heuen obtaine.
[Page 34]By miseries and daungers great,
by death it selfe, we goe,
Vnto the sweete celestiall coast,
where pleasures all do flowe.

To Doinisius Feb. The holy Scripture.

ALl thinges the fragrant field doth feed,
accordyng vnto kinde:
The birde hath seede: the oxe hath strawe:
the dog his praie doth finde.
Euen so the sacred Bible booke,
for euery kinde and sorte
Hath store of foode and norishment,
that list therto resorte.
Here tender babes haue milke and pap:
here ripe of yeares haue bred:
Here also wanteth not repast
for age with hory head.
Yet hereof small account is made,
the cause may soone be knowne:
Each one doth seeke to feede his eares,
and let his hart alone.

To Archemedorus. A Cussoner.

PEares, Birdes, to Iulius thou dost send,
all thinges both great and small:
And lorde, and king, and little god,
thou alwaies doost him call.
What meanes all this Archemedore?
[Page]what thinkst to get by this?
To coosen horie heares, perdie
no easie thing it is.

To Linus. Vice.

GO thou where Phoebus scorching burnes,
or go where Borias raignes:
Go hide thy selfe in dampishe dennes,
where darkenes blacke rentaines.
Go where and to what place thou wilbe,
thy sinnes will follow thee?
By chaunge of place, this certayn is,
vice cannot chaunges be.
If thou be faultie, from thy minde
all vice abandon clere:
And Linus lead another life,
and dwell not other where.

To one verie timerous.

NOw Does we may call desperat,
and Hartes coragious bol [...]e:
For Does, and Hartes, lesse timerous
then thee a thousand folde.
To be afraid where is no feare,
is signe of dastardie:
And soone the faint of corage fall
in snares of Sathan slie.
Against all daunger, and mishap,
the chefest thing no dout
[Page 35]Is for to haue a prudent head,
and heart coragious stoute.
Feare not the commyng of mishappe,
but when that it is come:
Then stick vnto thy tacklyng stoute,
and beare both all and some.

To Katharina.

THe rumor goes, and told it is
(mine owne good Katharine)
That thou dost blaze my name abroad,
and laude the deedes of mine.
Vse measure in thy wordes, and leaue
thy laudyng so of mee:
Whom women laude are seldom likt,
but still suspected be.
And for thou shalt no ill misdeeme,
nor me vnthankfull call:
I thanke thee here, let this suffise
in recompence of all.
A Virgin rare renoumd thou art.
now wilt thou know of mee
What best and most beseemes a maid:
ay blushing red to be.


A liuely description of Hope.

THou that on totteryng globe dost stande,
art thou a Goddes▪ tell
Or els a mortall creature borne?
a goddes. Verie well.
Whence sp [...]ong, or how begotten, speake?
of darknesse spryng did I.
What nurse did feede and giue thee sucke?
that did credulitie.
Who at thy backe behinde thee bides?
ioyes, whiche doe glad and ch [...]re.
And what is he, that still so pale
doeth goe before thee? feare.
Alofte vp to the loftie heauens,
thy lookes why doest thou caste?
I doe beholde the heauens, whereas
I hope to dwell at laste.
But tell me now, what doeth deforme
thy face so faire and bright?
I vexed am when my desires,
are voide and frustrate quight.
By staffe why doest thou staie thy self?
while hope doeth feede my mynde:
Old croked age with stealyng steps,
[Page 36]encrocheth on by kynde.
Why reelst thou staggeryng to and fro?
hope still doeth slipperie stande:
The thyng whiche ofte I thinke to holde,
doeth slip out of my hande.

The Description of Iustice.

WHat hights thy name, thou goddes tell?
my name doeth Iustice hight.
Why lookst thou fell? teares, plants, nor bri­bes
maie make me goe from right.
Borne of what stocke? of Gods aboue.
thy parents names descrie?
Measure my sire, my mother truste,
my nurse was penurie.
A babe who lulde thee in her lap?
faire Prudence noble dame.
By whom doest thou the guiltie knowe?
Iudgement doeth shewe the same.
Why beares thy lefte hande ballaunces:
thy right a shinyng blade?
The one doeth ponder causes iuste:
to plague the sworde is made.
So fewe why are there thee to ayde?
good men are vanisht quight.
Who doeth thee still associate?
poore plainesse pure and bright.
Why is thy one eare open wide:
[Page]thy other closed faste?
The good, they alwaies must be heard:
the bad, they must be caste.
Why in apparell art thou poore?
who will be iuste and right,
Shall neuer while he liues, become
a riche and wealthie wight.

Verses of Dardanus, sent to Dominicus Saulus.

SOme men for gifts, giue glisteryng golde
and some giue precious stones:
Some Iuerie, costly glasses some
wrought curious for the nones.
Some guiftes doe giue of grauen woorke,
and housbandmen doe bryng
Nutts, cornailes, apples, peares, & plumms,
and many a prettie thyng.
But sith I want the fertill grounde,
where all these thyngs should growe:
And sith my feelds with golden streames
of Pactol, doe not flowe,
I can not thee suche presents giue:
but in the steade of them,
I verses sende vnto thee here:
I haue nor golde nor gem.
But if thou saie they are no gifts,
but trifles worthie nought:
[Page 37]I praie thee what of Irus poore,
to Croesus maie be brought?

The song of S. Ierome in the deseit.

THou straunger, loe with ragged stones
I beate and bounce my breste:
I waile my synnes, my greuous synns
wherewith I am oppreste.
I doe lament my leude led life,
and former ouersight:
(Ah blest and treble blest againe,
the pure vnspotted wight.)
If gronyngs greate, get grace at God,
and loude lamentyngs, loue:
I hope my piteous pearcyng plaintes,
shall God to mercie moue.
All tisyng talke I doe auoyde,
from enuie I departe:
And shunne I doe occasions all,
that weake the manly harte.
Wherefore I haue betane my self,
in desert here to dwell:
Emong a rout of rauenyng beasts,
ferce, furious, franticke fell.
And what though in this wildernesse
no wight will come and see
Me grisly wretche: yet here alwaies
my God remaines with me.
[Page]No man that loueth God a right
(in woods or deserts wide)
But hath sufficient companie
and comfort to beside.
Here chitteryng birds doe chirp and chaunt,
in heate here pleasaunt shade:
Here want not christall quiueryng springs,
wherein to washe and wade.
A pittance here sufficeth well:
I banquets set not by:
And here, because I wish for naught,
I naught am wantyng, I.
Here hunger is the onely sauce,
that likes my stomake best:
Here nothing me mislikes: enough
sufficeth as a feast.
Here fruite bringes forth the fertill soyle,
Vntoylde and eke vntild:
In stead of bed I lye on leaues,
wherwith the woods are filde.
With blot or blame, I none defame,
alone here as I dwell:
Nor gnawyng enuie hurteth mee,
I here do liue so well.
No glory, nor ambition vaine
doe here torment my minde:
I glorie but in God alone,
and hym I hope to finde.
[Page 38]Here Venus prinked vp in pride
and pranked, fine and gaie
Doeth neuer come: no luste doeth laste,
but hence departs awaie.
In pleasaunt shade when so I please,
I slepe and take my reste:
No thundryng trump nor thumpyng theefe,
my slumbryngs here moleste.
My mynde is not on money set,
I doe not heape nor hoo [...]de:
Alone I seeke to please my God,
and to embrace his woorde.
All thyngs beside the woorde of God,
are euen as drizslyng miste:
Fonde, vile and vaine, of none effecte,
let men saie what them liste.
Ofte tymes here comes and faunes on me,
fearce Lions furious fell▪
And diuers dreadfull beasts besids,
that in the woods doe dwell.
And still the Lorde doth lende me helpe
gainst death and daungers all:
I stande in dread of nothyng I,
for on the Lorde I cal [...].
Yet here emong these raggie rocks,
and beasts of cruell moode:
Where fountayne water is my drinke,
where herbes doe serue for foode.
[Page]Here sensuall pleasure doeth assault,
to winne me by her might:
But still with reason I resiste,
and chase her from my sight.
But thou whiche liuste at pleasure thyne,
and all thyngs haste at will:
Whiche soft doest lye, which doest with cates
and wine thy beallie fill.
Ah wretche with heate of filthie luste,
what torments doest thou trie?
When she for to assault thy mynde,
with hastie stepps doeth hye.


To Pamphilus.

THou sendst vs wine: we want no wine,
my Pamphil trustie frende▪
Wilt sende vs what we want & wishe?
then thurst my Pamphil sende.

To his Ladie beloued.

IN rage thou turnest me awaie,
againe thou doest me take:
Thou harde at heeles doest followe me,
yet me thou doest forsake.
Kinde art thou, courteous eke,
[Page 39]yet cankered, curst againe:
Thou wilt, and wilt not: me thou louste,
and me thou putst to paine.
Thou promisse makst, and it forsakst:
in deepe dispaire I pine,
Yet liue in hope: Ah Tantal would
my state were like to thine.
A painfull plague in cristall streames,
to bee a thirst and drie:
But what a plague to be a thirste,
sweete Nectar standyng by?


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:
[Page]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 [...]udgill rife.
One sayd to hym, beate not thy wife so sore:
Then bumping blowes good words will doe much mo [...]
Now after this, ye husband harebraind beast,
With Bible book still bounst her on the breast:
They say good worde 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 d [...] prayse,
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,
[Page 40]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,
[Page]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.


To Diana Ariosta.

IN browe, in breast, in beautie braue,
in skill, and noble name:
Chast Cynthia thou resemblest right
Diana, peerlesse Dame.
In this alone ye are not like,
hartes wilde she killed still:
Hartes milde thou kilst: she kild with bowe,
with look but thou dost kill.

Of Niobe.

YE [...] [...]unt brutes be packyng hence,
a [...]che ye pensiue wights:
And mourne with me whom sorrowe fell,
torments bothe daies and nights.
[Page 41]Brattes 7. and 7 by me were borne,
and brought into the light:
Of 7. and 7. (ah wretche) againe
the Gods haue refte me quight.
I melted into teares, and now
transformde to Marble stone:
I drop foorth teares: so as in life
I mourne, now life is gone.
Learne here ye mortalles all, what tis
with stroutyng pride to swell:
And what likewise, for to despise
the Gods, in heauen that dwell.

Of his straunge loue.

IN fire I freeze, in Froste I frie:
How so, wouldst knowe? a louer I.

To Renata, a noble Dame.

FOr princely pompe, and riches greate,
queene Iuno beares the bell:
Pallas for skill: for puritie
Diana doeth excell.
For beautie braue doeth Venus passe:
Renata learned well,
Riche, chast, of beautie braue beside,
all fower doeth farre excell.


THree Furies (here to fore)
haue alwaies been in hell:
[Page]But now that Vesbia she is there,
there furies fower doe dwell.


Praiers for the ded, nothyng profit.

THou sowest [...]n sāde, thou ploust ye plash,
thou anglest in the ayer:
If so thou goest about to helpe,
the soule deceast by praier.

An Epitaphe.

I Laught, I wepe I was, but now
I nothyng am become:
I plaied, but now I ceasse to plaie:
I sang, but now am domme.
I wakt, I slepe: I studied once,
but loe I now am still:
My fleshe I fedde and pampred once,
but now the wormes I fill:
I welcomde all sometyme, but now
to all I bidde adue:
I caught, but now am caught my self:
now slaine, whiche sometyme slue.
Once faught I, now I peace enioye:
I life enioyed all right,
[Page 42]Of right againe I must therefore
yelde vnto Mors his might:
I yelde, and yelde I must of force:
yearth was I once certaine,
Yearth, duste, and now at laste I am
yearth, duste, become againe.
Yearth, duste, now naught at all: wherefore
worlde vaine adue to thee:
And sith I needes must hence awaie,
wormes welcome you to me.

To his Frende.

THou wont wast often to demaunde,
when we should foes become:
And when the knot of frendship should,
betwene vs be vndoon.
Can Flint or Marble harde be made,
as yeldyng Butter softe?
Or can the lumpishe Oxe be made,
to mount and soar alofte?
Can Woulues and Lambes agree? or can
the scrawlyng Crab crepe right?
Or can the Night, as gladsome Daie
become so cleare and bright?
Can Catte forbeare to catche the Mouse?
can Henne and Kite agree?
Can Daie be darke? or can the Night
as cleare Aurora bee?
[Page]Can Crowes be made both faire and white,
and Swannes bothe foule and blacke?
Can colde congeled Ice, be hotte?
can Winter coldnesse lacke?
Can Fire then Water be more cold?
or can the Hare, delight
To plaie and dallie with the Dog?
can ought be emptie quight?
Can Winde from blowyng be restrainde?
can surgyng Seas bee still?
Can flotyng Fishe forsake the foorde?
can Death leaue of to kill?
Can Foxe and Henne, bothe in a Penne
agree together well?
Can peace abide with butteryng blowes?
can loue with discorde dwell?
Can seas be waterles and drie?
can hilles be dales without?
Can woods be voyd of trees? or skies,
deuoid of starres throughout?
Can one lone Emot drinke the seas?
can God be from an hie?
Can God haue euer any ende?
can mortalles shun to die?
Can ragged rockes be precious stones?
can Iron Gold excell?
Can drowsie drunkennes esteme,
sage sober manners well?
[Page 43]Can fame be husht and silence keepe:
can drabs their tattle ceasse?
Can Venus vicious vile be chast,
and leaue, her beastlines?
Whē thou canst bryng these things to passe,
eache one bothe more and lesse:
Or seest them to be brought to passe,
then shall our frendship ceasse.

To the Pope.

IF that thou wilt not saue thy flocke,
from wolues deuouring throate:
At least be not a wolfe thy selfe,
clad in a sheepskin coate.

To spirituall pastors.

AS pastor pure, preserue thy flocke,
haue Argus eyes to watche:
Lest that the feend the woulfe of hell,
doe thee and thine dispatche.
Thou oughtst their wooll and fleese to shere:
to shere, but not to shaue:
Haue Argus eyes I saie againe,
thy flocke to shield and saue.
No meruell now, though sickly sheepe,
and sore deseasd we see:
For who as nowadaies (God knowes)
but wolues their keepers be.

A woman.

A Woman fawnes, and doth intrap,
a woman wageth war:
She guiles▪ the bodie she doth blind,
the members she doth mar.
She febles force, she drawes a man,
she burneth vp the bones:
She fawnes, giues, askes, she likes, she lo­thes
she merrie makes, she mones.
She wasteth wealth, though purse be stuft,
she crosses makes the same:
She fights, she throwes downe mighty wal­les,
strong Castelles she doth tame.
She posies beares: she glasses hath:
as pert as any Pie:
She smelles, she kisseth, and her corps
she loues excedyngly.
She tufts her heare▪ she frotes her face,
she idle loues to be:
She mincyng iets: to vertue slow,
but prone to vice is she.

How to get frendship.

GIue much, but little aske againe,
take heede thou nothyng take:
If muche thou giue, and little aske,
if guiftes thou doe forsake
Among the common people thou,
[Page 44]shalt beare away the bell:
And thicke and threefold frends will flocke,
with thee to byde and dwell.
But if thou nothyng giue at all,
then frends will from thee flie:
If much thou aske, then shalt thou be
repulsed by and by.
If much thou take, then couetous
and carle they will thee call:
Take naught, aske little, part from much,
and frends haue sure ye shall.

The properties of certaine birdes. Of the Peacok.

WHen Argus with his hundred eyes,
Hermes had conquerd q [...]ght
By sweet melodyous harmony,
and Musyckes heauenly might.
Then Iuno tooke his watchfull eyes,
and brauely by and by,
She plast them in my traine, where now
they shine as sunne in skye.
My name hights Peacocke comonly,
I take a greate delight
In settyng vp my plumes alofte,
that brauely glister bright.
I haunt where princely buildings be,
I loth the Cottage base:
[Page]I haue a fearfull feendlike note,
a theuish softly pace.
My fleshe as hard as hard may be,
from Samos Ile I cam:
Iuno doth mee defend and keepe,
and Iunos byrd I am.

The Eagle.

FRom all the flocke of fliyng fowles
I beare away the bell:
I mount vp to the clusteryng clowdes,
I feare no lightnyngs fell.
Ioues iolly armiger am I,
as Poets pennes haue told:
Among all fethered foules am I,
the goodliest to behold.
Gay gallaunt golden Ganimed,
(in tallents clinched fast)
I carryed vnto Ioue on hye,
of whom he was embrast.
No byrd, no fowle there is, that dare
compare with mee to fly:
The Eagle onely seruaunt is,
to thundryng Ioue on hie.

The Swanne.

A Swanne my name doeth hight:
from forren coste I cam:
Dame Venus Charriot I derect,
[Page 45]and Venus birde I am.
Emong the Gods I am belovde,
like Syren sweete I syng:
I ioye to chaunt, before I feele
of Death the dreadfull styng.

The Voulter.

I Called am the Voulter blacke:
I clawe myne enemie
With crooked cruell cratchyng clawes:
a filthie foule am I.
My foode is fulsome carrion foule,
with euery carkas dedde
That tumbled lies in stinkyng ditche,
I loue for to be fedde.
With euery writers penne pursued,
dispraised still am I:
The foulest foule I counted am,
of all the foules that fly.
Yet for the sence of smellyng sure,
no foule surpasse me can:
The Lion, Libarde, Egle, I
surmount, and also man.

The Partridge.

EMong all other birds,
moste mestfull birde am I:
Emong all fethered foules,
I first complaine and crie.
[Page]All in the night bothe g [...]nes and snares,
are laied poore soule for me:
Man spares no paine, but labours still
that I maie taken bee,
Wouldst knowe the cause why I am sought,
of euery Fouler sly?
The cause is this, emong all birds,
the finest fleshe haue I.
Thou seest the craftie carren Crowe,
Is neuer cared for:
Because his fleshe is fulsome vile,
all men doe hym abhorre.
But I am soft and delicate,
and therefore me they gette▪
And for a princely dishe am I,
before greate princes sette.

The Sparrowe.

THe fethered Sparrowe ca [...]d am I,
in swet [...] and plaasaunt spryng
I greatly doe delight, for then
I chitter, chirpe, and syng.
I take delight in garnisht groues
to seke my liuyng still:
And though but little birde I am,
yet syng I swete and shrill.
Now thou that greate and mightie art,
despise and set not light
[Page 46]By little ones: small ones oftymes
subdue the greate of might.


Of a dronkard goyng home from the Tauerne.

A Drunkarde drinkyng all the daie,
At night did homward take his way:
The drinke his bladder burdened so,
That he must let his water goe.
Thereby he leande hym to the wall,
By chaunce a showre as then did fall:
He throughly drunke, and tipled well,
Did deme he piste the raine that [...]elt:
His mate that with hym then did go,
(Muche musyng why he tarried so)
Askt hym toth wall he did cleaue.
And saied, wilt neuer pissyng leaue?
(Quoth he) so long as God shall please,
I here must pisse, and take myne ease.

To one hauyng a verie red nose.

IF thou didst plie the potte no more,
then thou doest plye thy booke:
Then would not nose of thyne so redde
and firie flamyng looke.


To Guido.

IN signe of trustie frendship true,
my Guido trustie frende:
Bothe Verses fine, and apples fine,
vnto vs thou didst sende.
As apples fine delight the mouthe,
so Verses please the minde:
The firste in taste, the seconde graeft,
moste pleasaunt we did finde.
Thy apples passe the glisteryng golde▪
thy Verses pearles excell:
Thy guifts from either golde, or pearle,
quight beare awaie the bell.
Not better apples then were thine,
might kyng Alcinous sende:
And Verses thyne so excellent,
God Clarius might not mende.

To Marianus.

THou enemie to muses nine,
thou foe to learned dames:
How darst thou Poets pure dispise,
and seeke to foyle their fames?
Orpheus Poet excellent,
with song and sugred voice:
[Page 47]Could tame the hellishe hounde, and make
bothe stones and beasts reioyce.
Arion fingeryng fine his Harpe,
with cunnyng skilfull hande:
Was by a Dolphin saued from seas,
and brought vnto the lande.
Amphion by his eloquence
and sugred speaches milde:
Brought to a ciuell forme of life,
rude barbarous people wilde.
Now if so thou procede and speake,
gainst Poets that excell:
More harde art thou then ragged stones,
and beasts in woods that dwell.


Of a sheepe that fostered a woolfe.

WIth milke of myne I fed a woolfe,
not of mine owne accorde,
(But therto forst:) for woolues you knowe,
of sheep are still abhord.
When I had brought hym life, at last
my life he reft from mee:
Lo, for no guifts nor benifites,
may nature chaunged be.

Againe of the same.

WIth milke of mine owne, a woolfe I did feed,
compelled thereto of my sheppard indeed:
Whē lōg I had fed hym, by hym I was spilt,
lo naught wilbe naught, say & do what yu wilt.

Best neuer to be borne.

WHat path list you to treade?
what trade will you assay?
The courts of plea by braull and bate,
driue gentle peace away.
In house for wife and child,
there is but carke and care:
With toile and trauell enough,
in feeldes we vse to fare.
Vppon the Seas lyes dread:
the riche in forren land
Doe feare the losse, and there the poore
like misers poorely stand.
Strife with a wife, without
your thrift full hard to see:
Yong brats a trouble, none at all
a mayme it seemes to be.
Youth fond, age hath no hart,
and pincheth all to nye:
Choose then the leifer of these two
no life, or sone to dye.

Metrodorus minde to the contrary.

WHat race of life run you?
what trade will you assay?
In Court is glory got, and wit
encreaseth daie by daie.
At home we take our ease,
and beake our selues in rest:
The feilds our nature doth refresh
with pleasures of the best.
On seas great gaine is got:
the straunger, he shalbe
Esteemed hauyng much, if not
none knowes his lack but he.
A wife will trim thy house,
no wife then art thou free:
Brood is a louely thyng, without
thy life is loose to thee.
Yong blods be strong, old syres
in double honour dwell:
Do way the choyse, no life, or soone
to die, for all is well.


Of Scaurus, a riche man and couetous.

SCaurus hath sundrie villages,
rich farmes and manners braue:
Muche lande, fat Oxen, store of coine:
he hath what he can haue.
Yet still he scrapes with tooth and naile,
more, still he doth desire:
With carkyng caryng couetousnes,
his mynde is set on fire.
Fabritius better liues then he,
a poore contented wight:
Whom nether greedy gatheryng,
nor vsury doth delight.


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?
[Page 49]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 Phoebus 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,
[Page]Yet nothyng canst thou doe.

Of Pontilianus.

WHen flamyng Phoebus 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.


An exhortation vnto modestie.

MEn say, that Kyng Agathocles
once fed in potters plate:
And charged ofte with Samian claie,
his Tables where he sate.
Mong which his chargers all of Golde,
he serued in would see:
And so together he would minge,
his pride and pouertee.
[Page 50]Whereof this cause he gaue. Lo I
possessyng princely place
Of Cicil: late was sonne vnto
a Potter poore and base.
Learne hence your roomes to reuerence ye
that clime to honour fast,
And begger brought to honours seate,
remember what thou wast.

Of the Picture of Rufus, a vaine Rhethorician.

THe Rhethoricians statue this,
that Rufus had to name:
Looke euen what Rufus was hymselfe,
this Image is the same.
Tongles and witles, cold and deafe,
a stone that can not see:
A Rufus right: one difference yet,
more soft was Rufus he.

Of a woman that would haue poyso­ned her husbande.

A Wife, a wicked woman that
a noughtie life did liue,
Vnto her iealous husband did
foule filthy poyson giue.
She demyng that alone, not of
sufficient force to be
To rid hym quicklie: longing sore
[Page]his quick dispatche to see,
Quickesiluer with the poyson mings,
demyng of both the force,
Would quickly bring hym to his graue,
and make hym soone a corse.
These parted, poyson strong do make,
(What man the same would think)
But put together they preserue,
Who so thereof doth drinke.
Now while together twixt themselues,
these poysons both doe striue:
He voyds from hym the deadly bane,
and so remaines aliue:
What care hoth God on earthly soules?
he dead reuiueth man.
And when the fates will haue it so,
two poysons proffit can.

To one that painted Eccho.

THou wiltles wight, what meanes this mad intent,
To draw my face and forme, vnknowne to thee?
What meanst thou so for to molesten mee?
Whom neuer eye beheld, nor man could see.
Daughter to talkyng tongue, and ayre am I,
My mother nothyng is when thinges are wayde,
I am a voyce without the bodies ayde.
When all the tale is tolde and sentence saide,
Then I recite the latter ende afreshe,
[Page 51]In mockyng sort and counterfayting wise:
Within your eares my chefest harbour lies,
There doe I wonne, not seen with mortall eyes.
And more to tell and farther to proceede,
I Eccho hight of men below in ground:
If thou wilt draw my counterfet indeede,
Then must thou paint (O Painter) but a sound.

An Epitaphe of Anitia.

THe thynges that many yeres,
can scantly bryng about,
Anitia hath accomplisht, yet
not fullie twentie out.
An infante she hath suckt, a maide
she quickly fell in loue:
She linkt, conceiude, brought forth, & did
the pangs of child-birthe proue,
And made a mother, now at laste,
death hence did her remoue.
Who rightly can the fates accuse?
she liued hath the yeres,
Eche ages function to performe,
as plaine by proofe apperes.

Of a Hare taken by a Dog-fishe.

THe sentyng hounds pursude,
the hastie Hare of foote:
The selie beast to scape the Dogges,
did iumpe vppon a roote:
[Page]The rotten scrag it burste,
from cliffe to Seas he fell:
Then cride the Hare, vnhappie me,
for now perceiue I well
Bothe lande and sea pursue,
and hate the hurtlesse Hare:
And eke the dogged skie alofte,
if so the dog be theare.

Of Miron an old dottrell, that would haue lyen with Lais.

OLd Mi [...]on, Lais wanton wenche
to lye with hym, besought:
Fine Lais she, did put hym backe
and set his sute at nought.
He knowyng sure it was his age,
that she did so dispise:
His hoarie head (all ouer straght)
with blackyng darke he dies.
And so with wonted visage he,
but not with wonted heare
For to renue his wonted sute,
goes to his Lays deare.
But she comparyng head of his
and face together well:
Perchaunce this same is Miron myne
quoth she: I can not tell.
So she (vncertaine what he was)
[Page 52]disposde to sport and plaie:
In daliyng wise thus gan she speake
and to her louer saie:
Why foolishe fellowe fonde quoth she,
why doest thou this require?
The thyng thou doest demaunde of me,
I earst denied thy sire.

Translated out of twoo Greeke au­thors: Plato and Scatilius.

A Wretched caitiffe, in dispaire.
went foorth with throtlyng corde
To make awaie hymself: by hap
he founde a golden hoarde:
He ioyfull twas his happie chaunce,
this hidden hoarde to finde:
Forsooke his purpose, tooke the gold
and left the rope behinde.
The owner when he came, and sawe
from thence his ruddocks refte:
For sorrowe hunge hym self with rope,
that there behinde was lefte.

Of Venus in armour.

DAme Pallas Ladie Venus vewde,
clad braue in armour bright:
Let Paris iudge (come on quoth she)
together let vs fight.
See, see, quoth Venus how she brags:
[Page]a proude disdainfull dame:
Thou knowst I smocklesse conquerd thee,
peace Pallas, fie for shame.

The same otherwise.

IN compleate Pallas sawe,
the Ladie Venus stande:
Who saied, let Paris now be Iudge,
encounter we with hande.
Replide the Goddesse: what?
skornste thou in armour me:
That naked erst in Ida mount,
so foild and conquerd thee?

Of the picture of Rufus a vaine Rhethoritian, of whom there is an Epigram before.

THis Rufe his Table is,
can nothyng be more true:
If Rufus holde his peace, this peece
and he are one to vewe.

Of the picture of the same Rufus.

WIth visage faire, that can not speake,
wouldst knowe what one I am?
I Marrie: I am Rufus he
the Rhethoritian.
What, can not Rufus speake hym self?
he can not: tell me why?
The Image of this Image, for
he is hym self perdie.

Of the Table wherein Rufus was painted.

THe portrature of Rufe this is,
whiche here you see:
Muche like the same in deede: hym self
but where is he?
Hym self in stately chaire is plast:
what doeth he there?
Naught els but what you see hym doe
in Table here.

Of the picture of kyng Craesus, transla­ted out of the first booke of Greke Epigrams.

THy picture Craesus kyng that didst
for riches all excell:
Vnciuill rude Diogines
behelde beneth in hell.
And vewyng it aloofe, he laught
as though his harte would breake:
At laste (when he had laught his fill,)
he thus began to speake.
O foolishe Craesus, what auailes
now all thy paultrie pelfe?
Sith now thou poorer art, then poore
Diogines hym self.
For what was myne I bare with me,
when selie Craesus poore
[Page]Thou penilesse didst packe from hence,
for all thy hugy store.

Of the drinke DODRA: Which is made of nine thinges.

I Dodra hight: How so? nine thinges
do go to makyng mine:
Which they? ioyce, water, hony bread,
spice, hearbes, salt, oyle and wine.

Against tvvo sisters of diuers conditions.

WE muse and maruell Delia muche,
(and that with cause) to see
That there suche difference is betwixt,
thy sister she and thee.
She chaste doth seeme (vnchaste indeede)
because of her araie:
Thou chast indeede, dost seeme vnchast,
for garments thine so gay.
Though thou be spotles pure in life,
thoug she haue honest weedes:
Yet garments thyne dishonest thee,
and her her noughtie deedes.

Of a sluggard.

THe luske in health is worser farre,
then he that keepes his bed:
Tis twise so much that he deuoures
[Page 54]of beare, of beafe and bread.

Of the riche and poore man.

HE is not riche which plenty doth posces:
Ne is he poore, that nothing hath at all:
And of them both the pooremās nede is lesse,
as by the sequel proued see you shal.
The riche of Precious stones doth stande in neede:
the poore of graine to helpe hym in distres:
So sith the poore & riche both want, indeede
of both their nedes yt poremās nede is lesse.

Of his deare deceased.

THree graces fayre there were: but while
my Lesbia did remaine
Foure were there: and now she is gone,
there are but three agayne.


To Neaera.

MY sweete, you aske what life I liue:
Euen suche a life as you me giue,
Distressed, dolefull, barde from reste,
As bad as well can be expreste:
This is the life for certaintee,
That you my deare doe giue to me.
[Page]You doe demaunde my deare beside,
What mates a daies with me abide:
Cares, sicknesse pale, and greef of harte,
Paine, twitching throwes, & scalding smart,
Sighes, sobbes, and teares, and great vnrest,
As bad, as well can be exprest.
Companions these and mates of mine,
These you my deare to me assine.


Of hym self, and his frende.

LIke as the bough doeth bud and branche▪
knit to his bodie faste:
And pluckt awaie, doeth sone decaie,
drie, wither, dye and waste.
Euen so by thee I stande, or fall,
I liue or dye by thee:
For vnto thee I am the bough,
and thou the stocke to me.


Of Naijs.

WHen as the Sunne doeth shine,
if Naijs hide her face:
[Page 55]Then Phoebus dies, and all the feelds
lament in dolefull cace.
When as the Sunne doeth shroude,
if Naijs faire appere,
Then darknesse dies, and all the feelds
reioyce with gladsome chere.


How a man should prepare to dye.

GOod ende if thou desire, then well
to liue thy self applie:
A happie life if thou desire,
remember still to die.

Piscarius his Epitaphe.

WHo vnder this same Marble colde,
engraued lyes expresse?
A Fisher greate, in warre a Mars,
and one that loued peace.
What caught he fishe declare me? no.
what then I praie thee tell?
Townes, cities, kingdoms, kings thēselues
haught, stoute, that did excell.
How caught this Fisher these, declare
by what deuised netts?
By counsell deepe, by courage greate,
by strength that all thyngs getts.
[Page]Who conquerd this stout Duke at last?
Mars, Mors, twoo Gods of might:
What was the cause that them constrainde?
vile enuious hellishe spight.
They hurte hym nought, for still doeth liue
his fame and glorie bright:
Whiche is of force, bothe Mars and Mors,
and all to put to flight.


Of the discorde of Princes.

TWo thrushes falne at variaunce
together feirce do fight:
Eache seekes the other for to foyle
by strugling, strength, and might.
The Hawke (their cruell enimie)
beholdyng them at square:
In cruell clutches caught them both
and them to peaces tare.
So christian princes while they be
betwene themselues at bate,
In comes the tyrant Turke, their fo,
and spoyles them of their state.

To a Lasse, lamentyng of her mo­ther the losse.

IN wayling the departure, of
thy louyng mother deere:
[Page 56]In ragyng sort why dost thou rend
and hale from head thyne heare?
O spare thy locks (thou lewde)
and cease to pull thy pace:
Dost thinke by baldnes pilde,
thy dolor to abate?

Of a Painter: A pleasant and mery iest.

A Painter once (that was
a Zeuxis for his skill)
Had children foule, deformed, blacke
and of complexion ill.
His wife spake to hym thus in sport,
vpon a certen tyme:
Why dost thou plant so naughtly tell,
and paint so fayre and fine?
O wife (quoth he) you knowe I plant
in darkenes all the night:
But paint I doe when Phoebus raies
do cast a radiant light.

A mery iest of a scattergood.

WHat tyme a certen skattergood,
within his gates by night
Did entryng see a pilfring knaue,
somethyng to steale and pike.
Thou art besnerd here in the night,
to looke for ought (quoth he)
For I my selfe when Phoebus bright
[Page]doth shine, can nothyng see.

A Iest of a Iester.

A Scoffer fine was wont somtime,
in iest to euery wight:
Still to rehearse Menalcas verse,
(of whom doth Maro write.)
Ile make that none with talkyng tongue,
henceforth thou shalt abuse:
This verse of Vergil still in sport,
and Iestyng he would vse.
But so it chaunced at the last,
for many a knauishe parte:
He was compeld by throtlyng cord,
of death to byde the smart.
And brought to place where he should bide,
the pinching pangs of death:
The halter tide, the hangman horst
prepard to stop his breath.
The hangman puttyng ore his head,
the halter as they vse:
Said: Ile make that none by talkyng tongue
hencefoorth thou shalt abuse.


To the Rose.

THou Rose so faire doest quickly fade,
so forme fades quickly sure:
Then thou faire Rose, & beautie braue
a like tyme doe endure.

To his Image.

MY portrature so liuely wrought,
tell me who fashioned thee?
How passyng right resemblest thou,
the countenaunce of me.
Thou lookest pale, pale eke looke I:
thou blinde, I also blinde:
(Aye me) no mynde hast thou at all,
I likewise haue no minde.
No life hast thou, no life haue I:
thou dumbe canst nothyng speake,
(Aye me) my tongue ne talkes at all,
I dumbe and speachlesse eake.
No harte doeth harber in thy breast,
I hartlesse am againe:
Thou bidest vnaccompanied,
so likewise I remaine:
Of fadyng paper thou compacte,
[Page]that quickly doeth decaie:
My bodie eke but brittle barke,
vnstedfast still doeth staie.
Thou as a shadowe of my corps,
enduerst but little tyme:
A fadyng shadowe followes still
likewise the corps of myne.
Thou feble, sone doest fade and faile:
long maie not I remaine:
To duste and pouder thou must packe,
and so must I againe.
Bothe like as like maie be, but thou
livst merrier farre then I:
Thou livst and lovste not, loue makes me
a wretche to liue perdie.

Of his loue Caelia.

THe fire doeth tame the iron harde,
harde flinte the waters pearce:
Warme bloud doeth breake the Adamant,
as sundrie bookes rehearse:
But she whom I doe serue (more harde:
then these repeted three)
Then Iron, Flint, or Adamant,
more rockie harde is she.
For ne my fire that burnes in breast,
ne teares from eyes that fall,
Nor spinnyng bloud from sanguine vaines,
maie make her rue her thrall.

Of Ioue.

A Swanne, a Bull, a Satyre wood,
and golde, was Ioue aboue:
For L for E. for A. and D.
with whom he was in loue.

To the Reader.

ALthough not thee, I please my self,
thou reader maiest be gone:
Sufficient if the writers woorkes,
doe please hym self alone.

Of hym self.

THou laughst, thou lowrst (both glad & sad)
thou bothe doest rest, and raynge:
Suche is the life a louer leads,
thou lovste, tis nothyng straynge.


Three Euills.

WHiche are three ills that mischefe men,
to know dost thou desire?
Haue here in few my frend exprest,
the Fem, the Flud, the Fire.
The riche old man, of hym selfe.
WHen yong I was, then poore I was▪
now in my latter dayes,
[Page]With riches I abound: (ay mee)
vnhappie wretche both wayes.
When as I knewe some vse of goods,
I wanted euermore:
And now I know no vse of goods,
of goods I haue great store.

Of a Dwarfe.

A Dwarfe vppon a Pismyers backe
did get hym vp to ride:
He deemd a tamed Oliphante
he did as then bestride.
But while he did aduaunce hym selfe
to bolde vppon his backe,
He tumbled downe, and had a fall
that made his guts crie quacke.
When as the Dwarfe was thus vnhorst,
each laught, both great and small:
Why laugh you masters quoth the dwarfe?
what? Phaëton had a fall.

Loue is vncurable.

AN hearb is found each hurte to helpe:
all soares haue salues we see:
Alone the wound that Cupid giues
can neuer cured be.


To a couetous old Carle.

ALthough thy horie siluer heares,
as white as Lillies showe:
Although thou Pylius passe in yeares,
that liued long ago:
Although ye teeth (whiche thou hast bought)
nor crust can eate nor crumme:
Although vnto the brinke thou art
of Stygian boate now come:
Yet naytheles whole Coffers cramd
with coine, thou still dost craue:
And bags byg bolne with mony muche
thou still desirst to haue.
O dotyng sire, these heapes of coine
requires not Charon fell:
One silly pennie for his fare
contenteth Charon well.

Of Codrus.

INto a princely Pallace proude
(built braue with Marble stone)
With ragged tattered torne attire
poore Codrus would haue gonne.
[Page]So nakt (quoth one) ye come not here:
quoth Codrus no, and why?
The gods are nakt, and none but nakt
must go to heauen perdie.

To Pansophus.

THough Pansophus thou pleasest none
no maruell tis, and why?
Thou pleasest ouermuch thy selfe
proud Pansophus perdy.

To a Niggarde.

ALL thyng is dere thou saist,
wine, vittayl, corne, and graine:
Yet miser vile well stored thou
with all thyng dost remaine.
So thou to no man deere,
selst deere vnto the poore:
Alacke thou saist all things are deere,
deere must I sell therefore.
Ah, sell thou miser as thou maist
and shunne thou Vsury:
So shalt thou be to all men deere
and dere to none perdie.

To a backbiter that was balde.

BAldsconse, I nothyng haue
vnto thee for to say:
But sure I laude thy locks which are
gone from thy hed away.

To Achilles Combanus.

BRight Glory rayngyng here and there,
to seeke the shinyng bowre
Where Vertue dwelt, hapt on thy house,
of Vertue fragrant flower.
And so when Glory did perceaue,
that Vertue dwelt with thee:
Here will I rest (quoth he) thy guest,
I will Combanus be.


How to vse riches.

VSe riches those thou haste,
as though thou shouldest die:
Again as though thou shouldest liue,
thy goods spende sparynglie.
A prudent man is he,
whiche this consideyng well:
Doeth still obserue and keepe the meane,
whiche all thyng doeth excell.

Against riot.

GReate store of houses for to builde,
greate store of men to feede:
To come to pinyng penurie,
the verie pathe in deede.

Mannes miserie.

I Wept when I was borne,
and now at point of death
I likewise weepe, and weepe I shall
while bodie beareth breath.
O wretched mortall man,
weake, wofull, pensiue, sad:
Come life or death (thou livst a wretche)
no comfort to be had.

Wiuyng twise.

HIs first wife dedde (and laied in graue)
who doeth a seconde take:
To trie the seas againe, hym self
a shipman he doeth make.


VIrginitie surpasseth: yet
if all should virgines be,
Our life were vaine, and none for to
succede vs should we see.
Take therefore thou a wife,
and when that thou doest dye
Leaue to the worlde and thee an heire,
and shunne adulterie.

Of a Thracian lad.

A Thracian boye well tipled all the daie,
Vpō a frozen [...]pring did sport and plaie:
The slipper Ice with hefte of bodies swaie,
On sodaine brake, and swapt his hed awaie:
That swam alofte, belowe the carkas laie.
The mother came and bare the heade awaie:
When she did burie it, thus gan she saie,
This brought I forth in flame his heirce to haue,
The rest amids ye flood to find a graue.

Pittie and compassion.

A Fisher fishyng on the shore,
with anglyng pole in hande:
[Page]By hap a dedmans drowned scalpe,
drue vp vnto the lande:
With drerie looke when long he had
behelde the sconse he founde,
(With pittie prickt) he tooke it vp
to graue it in the grounde.
By Diggyng deepe it was his hap,
a hoorde of golde to finde:
Lo neuer vnrequited goes,
compassion curtuous kinde.

To Orestes preparyng to kill his mother.

WHere shovst thou in thy swoorde [...] through panche,
or pap so tender soft?
The bellic bredde and brought thee forthe,
the pappe did feede thee oft.

A prouerbe.

BEtwene thy vpper lip,
and of the cup the brinke:
Doe many thyngs fall out,
the whiche thou wouldst not thinke.

How death is hastened.

WHoso he be that lothyng life,
desireth soone to die:
Three things must folowe (which are these)
Baines, wine, and Venerie,

Three thynges bothe hurt and helpe.

BAines, women, wine: these three
doe shorten life certaine:
Baines, women, wine: these three
doe lengthen life againe.

Nothyng hid from God.

THou Caitiffe though thou doe conceale,
thy crimes from men belowe:
Yet them to God thou must reueale,
whether thou wilt or no.

Fayned frendship.

NOt he so muche annoyes and hurtes
that saies I am thy foe:
As he that beares a hatefull harte,
and is a frende to showe.
Warnde of my foe, I shunne my foe:
but how should I take heede
Of hym that faines hymself my frende,
when as he hates in deede?
Moste sure a wretched foe is he,
whiche frendship firme doeth faine:
And sekes by all the shifts he can,
his frende to put to paine.

To muche brynges lothsomnesse.

TO muche of any thyng is naught:
yea alwaies proue you shall
[Page]That to muche euen of hunny hurts,
and bitter seemes as gall.

Against stepdames.

TO decke his stepdames tōbe with flowers
and garlandes, comes the sonne:
Sure thinkyng now (that with her life)
her hatred had been doon.
The tombe downe totteryng on hym falles,
and killes hym by and by:
Loe liuelesse toumbs of stepdames curst,
learne cankred crueltie.

Of the contempt of Fortune.

MY restyng rode is founde,
vaine hope and hap adue:
Loute whom you liste with chaunge,
Death shall me rid from you.

A controuersie betwene Fortune and Venus.

WHile Fisher fisht at waters side,
for fishe that there did swim:
A riche mans daughter hym behelde,
and fell in loue with hym.
So that she linkt with hym to liue,
now he that was before
Base, barren, bare, and beggarlike,
doeth now abounde with store.
[Page 63]Dame Fortue by smilyng gan saie,
I praie you whiche of vs
Now mistres Venus (you or I)
was cause this hapned thus.


WHile Fisher caste his line,
the houeryng fishe to hooke:
By hap a riche mans daughter on
the Fisher caste her looke.
She fride with franticke loue,
thei married eke at last:
Thus Fisher was from lowe estate,
in top of treasure plast.
Stoode Fortune by, and smilde:
how saie you (dame) quoth she,
To Venus? was this conquest yours,
or is it due to me?

The seuen sages names, saiynges, and countryes, in seuen verses.

THe Cittyes 7. whereas the 7. wise masters rare
VVere borne, their names, and saiyngs 7.7. verses shall declare.
Cleobulus of Lindia said, a meane doth all excell.
VVise Pittacus of Mittelen, said, measure beares the bell.
Chilon of Lacedemon said, take heede thy selfe to know.
Of Corinth Periander said, to anger be thou slowe.
Sage Solon the Athenian said, for ay respect the ende.
VVise Thales of Milesium said, nought promise to thy frende.
Last, Bias of Priaenium said, all thinges to mischefe bende.

The report of the multitude not to be regarded.

[Page]SOlace and comfort thou thy selfe:
nought peoples talke esteeme:
One man deemes well of thee, of thee
an other ill doth deeme.

Or thus.

SOlace and comfort thou thy selfe,
care nought what people prattle:
This man talkes well with thee, that man
against thee still doth tattle.

Of a foole.

THe friskyng flees yt feed on [...]leshe by night,
a foole in bed, did trouble, twinge & bite:
The foole put out the candle: nay (quoth he)
Ile matche ye, now no more you shall me see.

Of a foolish Astronomer.

WHile Thales looked round about,
to vew the starres in skie,
He hedlong fell into a ditche:
and there did grouelyng lye.
A beldam commyng after hym
beheld hym how he fell,
A countrie wife that went to fetche
faire water at a well.
When as she came vnto the ditche
where lurden like he lay
She mockt hym: and with tremblyng voyce
[Page 64]she thus began to say.
Fie foolish fealow as thou art,
why dost thou vew the skie?
Why staarst on Starres that stately stand
and letst mean matters [...]ye?
The fates of other men to showe
I deeme thee farre vnmeete,
When buzzard blynd thou canst not see
what is before thy feete.

When Women profite.

ALthough all women kinde be nought,
yet two good dayes hath she:
Her marriage day, and day of death
when all she leaues to thee.

Of Castors Nose.

WHen Castor diggs, a spade
his Nose is vnto hym:
A Trumpet when he sleepes:
a Sithe and Sickletrim
When as he gathers grapes:
an Anker when he sailes:
A Culter when he plowes
that cuts and neuer failes:
When as he taketh fishe
a fishhooke all the while:
And when he would haue fleshe
his Nose a fleshhooke vile:
[Page]When as he graues in wood,
a grauyng knife: and when
He prunes and dresseth trees
a graffyng knife as then:
A chipaxe, looke when as
the Carpenter he plaies:
A passyng picklock, when
to open lockes he saies.
And what so Castor doth,
he can not misse his snoute:
His nose must be the toole,
his woorke to bryng aboute.

Of a foule wife.

THe wretche that married hath,
a dowd, an ougly dame:
Shall still haue night, though day be bright,
and firie Phoebus flame.

To one, hauyng a long nose.

STand with thy snoute against the sunne,
and open wide thy chaps:
And by thy teeth we shall decerne,
what tis a clocke, perhaps.

Of a deaf Iudge, a deaf plaintife, and a deaf defendant.

BY hap a man that could not heare
that borne was deafe by kinde,
[Page 65]Another cited to the court,
much like hymselfe to finde,
Whose hearyng sense was quight bereft:
the Iudge that of the case
Should giue his verdit, was as deafe
as deafest in the place.
To court they came: the plaintiffe praid
to haue his vnpaied rent:
Defendant said, in grindyng I
this werie night haue spent.
The Iudge beheld them both awhile,
is this (at last quoth he)
Of all your sturred strife the cause?
you both her children be.
And therefore her to helpe and ayde
looke that you both agree.

Of Marcus a sluggard.

MArcus a sluggard slepyng, dreamd
a long race that he rund:
For feare he so should dreame againe,
long after slepe he shund.

Against one very deformed.

TO paint the minde tis counted hard,
the corps to paint tis light:
But now in thee so foule deformd,
it falles contrarie quight.
For nature thine doth plaine bewraie,
[Page]the manners of thy mynde:
And therefore how thy mynde is bent,
but easie tis to finde.
But now thy foule misshapen limmes,
how may they painted be?
And portraid out? when euery man
doth loth to looke on thee.

Against a drunkerd.

WIth sweet perfumes, & flowers, my graue
doe you not gratifie:
Wine, fires, vppon a stone to spend,
tis cost in vaine perdie.
Aliue giue you mee these, not dead:
with ashes wine to minge,
What is it morter but to make,
not wine to mee to bringe.

Of drunkennesse.

LIke men we still are meeke, at night,
when we haue typled well:
But when we rise at morne at hurst,
then are we fearce and fell.


AT night when ale is in,
like frends we part to bed:
In morrowe graie when ale is out,
then hatred is in head.

Againe of the same.

MEn hauyng quaft,
are frendly ouernight:
In dawning, drie,
A man to man a sprite.

Against a miser.

ALL call thee riche, I call thee poore,
goods make not riche perdie:
This prudent Apollophanes,
could tell as well as I.
If thou thy riches vse thy self,
thy riches thyne are then:
But if thou saue them for thyne heire,
thei are for other men.

Of Chrisalus couetous.

RIche Chrisalus at point of death,
doeth mourne, complaine and crie:
Was neuer man as he so lothe,
to leaue his life and die.
Not for because he dies hymself,
his death he doeth not force:
But that his graue must cost a grote,
to shroude his carrion corse.

Of a riche miser.

A Misers mynde thou haste,
thou hast a princes pelfe:
[Page]Whiche makes thee wealthie to thine heire,
a beggar to thy self.

Of Aulus, Auarus.

RIche Aulus countyng what a charge,
his daughter was to hym:
Did throwe her in the sea, to see
where she could sincke or swim.

The same otherwise.

AVlus daughter twentie shillings charge,
eche yere was vnto hym:
He drownde her: askt wherefore:
he saied she would vndoe hym.

Of Asclepiades, a greedie carle.

ASclepiad that gredie carle,
by fortune founde a Mouse:
(As he about his lodgyng lookt)
within his niggishe house.
The chidyng chuffe began to chafe,
and (sparefull of his chere:)
Demaunded of the selie beast,
and saied, what makst thou here?
You neede not stande in feare (good frende)
the smilyng Mouse replide:
I come not to deuour your cates,
but in your house to bide.

A long beard makes not a Philosopher.

IF so a long downe danglyng beard,
doe make a prudent man:
The bearded beast that hights the Gote,
maie bee a Plato than.

To one lame and loutishe.

THy lyms are lame, so is thy mynde:
thy outward forme bewraies
Thy properties, how inwardly
thou art disposde alwaies.

Cassander his Epitaphe.

SIth that a mortall borne thou art,
in daunger still to die:
Accompt of naught as though thou shouldst,
liue here continuallie.
For all must packe: of slipperie life,
vncertaine is the staie,
Death will vs by the shoulders shake,
no helpe, we must obaye.
Cassander here lies refte of life,
faste grasped in his graue:
Yet for his wisedome he deservde,
for euer life to haue.

Timocritus his Epitaphe.

TImocritus a warriar stoute,
Loe, lies engraued here:
[Page] Mars spares not valiaunt champions stoute,
But dastards that doe feare.


THou messenger to Ioue on high,
thou Egle swift of flight:
On Aristomenes his toumbe,
declare why doest thou light?
By this I giue to vnderstande,
that as all birds I passe:
So he did all men farre surmount,
while here a liue he was.
The fearfull Doues doe haunt the toombes
whiche hartlesse dastards hide:
But where are buried champions bolde,
I loue for to abide.


THe frounyng fates haue taken hence
Calimachus, a childe
Fiue yeres of age: ah well is he
from cruell care exilde:
What though he livd but little tyme,
waile nought for that at all:
For as his yeres not many were,
so were his troubles small.

Olde age longed for, yet lothed.

EChe one doeth seeke and wishe for age,
all while it is awaie:
[Page 68]And fewe doe come for to be olde,
whiche for olde age doe praie.
When age yet comes, eche doeth [...]t lothe,
and all doe it detest:
So still we lothe our present state,
deming the absent best.

Death euerywhere.

HEre buried lies a Mariner:
and here a Corridon:
So on the sea, and one the lande,
death riddeth, all is one.

It matters not where a man dye.

IT makes no matter where thou die:
the waie to heauen on hie
From euery countrey is a like,
be it farre of, or nie.

Liuyng on the Seas.

SHunne thou the seas, whiche brede vnease,
and quiet liue on lande:
If thou desire in happie healthe,
to florishe long and stande.
Long life the lande doeth alwaies lende,
the seas make shorte our yeres:
Vpon the seas are seldome seen,
olde men with hoarie heares.

Of Diogenes.

A Sachell and a staiyng staffe,
an homelie mantell: these
Were acceptable to the life,
of wise Diogenes.


GReate force in thyngs Opinion hath,
thou curteous art in deede:
What then? if otherwise men thinke,
they surely will thee speede,
As once the men of Crete vnkinde,
did Philolaus slaie:
Because they falsly demde and thought,
he would the tyraunt plaie.


MY name did Epictetus hight,
a bonde-man borne was I:
In bodie lame, as Irus poore,
a frende to Gods on hie.

To Gabriel.

A Painter painted Phaëton,
he painted eke the Sunne:
But no light could the Painter paint,
when all was made and doon.
Like so renouned Gabriel,
a Painter painted trim
[Page 69]Thy face and visage, but thy mynde
could not be made by hym.

Myrons Cowe.

THe Cowe of brasse that Myron made,
(by arte and cunnyng skill)
If entrailes she had had, she would
haue loowde bothe loude and shrill.

Venus to Praxiteles.

KYng Priams sonne, Anchises eke,
with my Adonis dere
Behelde me nakt, these onely three:
Praxiteles but where?

Of Venus in armour.

WHy hast thou Venus tell,
God Mars his armour on?
Suche boisterous stuffe why doest thou put,
thy tender corps vppon?
Mars mightie thou dydst conquer quight,
starke naked, stripped cleane:
To come to men, thus armed then,
I muse what doest thou meane.

Of Cinyras a Fisher.

VNto the Nimphes olde Cinyras,
hath dedicate his Nette:
To beate the brookes and firke the fishe,
[Page]old age now doeth hym lette.
Wherefore you fishes sport your selues,
and through the waters skimme:
For now that Cinyras is doone,
you safe in seas maie swimme.


BIton all vnderneth this tree,
three guiftes doeth offer here:
To Pan a Goate, flowees to the Nimphes,
to Bacchus God a spere.
Ye Gods accept them thankfullie.
and make to prospere still
His cattell Pan, his waters Nimphes,
Bacchus his grounde to till.

Of Alcon an Archer.

A Sire that Alcon hight,
behelde his sonne embrast
Of Serpent readie to bee rent:
he tooke his bowe in hast,
And shotte with cunnyng skill so straite,
that he the Serpent kilde:
And savde his selie childe, whiche els
the scrawlyng Snake had spilde.
Thus when the Snake was slaine, his sonne
eke saued from annoye:
He hunge his quiuer on a bough,
[Page 70]reuivde with double ioye.

Timon his Epitaphe.

MY wretched caitiffe daies,
Expired now and past:
My carren corps entered here,
Is graspt in grounde:
In weltryng waues of swel­lyng
seas by sourges caste:
My name if thou desire,
the Gods thee doe confounde.


An Epitaphe vppon the death of William Bu­daeus, an excellent learned man of our tyme, who died at Paris in Fraunce. Anno. M.D.XL.XII. Cal. Septemb.

BVaeVS onely one alone,
(of wondrous arte and skill)
Hath made the earth, the heauens, & men
beholden to hym still.
To haughtie heauens he hath bequethd
his soule: his corps to ground:
And vnto vs he hath bequethd
his worthy workes profound.
So poore from hence he did depart,
for naught he left hymselfe:
But better far this pouertie
perdie, then wordly pelfe,

An other Epitaphe of the same Budaeus.

ALL men bewaild Budaeus death,
the ayre did also mone:
The brawlyng brookes eke wept, because
Budaeus good was gone.
So men did waile, that euery where,
were papers printed seen
[Page 71]Of Verses, Threnes and Epitaphes,
full fraught with teares of teene.
From ayre so dropt the rayny teares,
that shed was euery shower:
So that no drop remaynd behind,
vppon the earth to powr.
So wept the waters, that wheras
before were Barges borne:
There now might whirling wagons runne:
to dust the waues were worne.
Now heauen and earth remaines behinde,
these two alone except:
There nothyng was in all the world,
but for Budaeus wept.
But sith the heauens posses his soule,
(and still posses it shall)
The earth his corps, what cause haue they,
wherefore to weepe at all?

An Epitaphe vppon the death of Katharina Texea.

WHo lieth lodged here belowe,
perchaunce thou reader faine wouldst knowe:
And I my selfe would gladly tell,
but that her name I know not well.
And maruell none at all though I,
am thereof ignorant perdie:
For who most learned are of all,
[Page]wot not her name what they should call.
For if by corps supposd may be
her seex, then sure a virgin she:
But sure I wot not ponderyng all,
how I woman may her call.
For why? nor fear, nor greef, could make
her sturdy stomake stoute to quake.
She misbehavd her self in nought,
she freely spake what so she thought.
And when that silence best beseemd,
then none then she more silent deemd.
She neuer she, held dauncing deere:
she neuer deckt nor tuft her heere:
She neuer vsed paintyng dye:
she neuer vsd to role her eye:
No wanton word would she put out:
therefore she was a man no dout.
Yet sure she was no man I know,
I not why I should name her so.
Such heauenly hue suche bewty braue,
we neuer saw yet man to haue.
Both man and woman then was she:
nay that agen may no wayes be.
I haue already proued this,
that she ne man nor woman is.
A goddesse then neades must she be,
or els a new Mineru [...] she:
And though she be a Lady bright,
[Page 72]yet hath she hart and manly might.
Yet Pallas crueltie is knowen,
eak vice of gods abroad is blowen.
Wherefore of force we must suppose,
that this same Tomb doth here inclose
Such one as euery state did staine:
men, women, gods aloft that raigne.

Written vppon the graue of ANTON. PRAT. (chefe Chaunceler of FRAVNCE) which was a grosse great Gorbely.

A GREAT MAN here engraued lyes.

Of Titus Liuius.

FOr Liuie late a Tombe I gan ordaine,
what meanest thou Apollo said, refraine:
Such maner things become the dead ( (que) he)
but Liuie liues, and still aliue shalbe.

To Cl. Marotus.

APelles learned hand, so fine
did paint fair Venus Queene:
That euery one susposd that he,
had Venus vewd and seen.
But workes of thine Marotus lewd,
of Venus sauour so:
That euery one sure deemes, that thou
dost all of Venus know.

A present to Truchius and Dampetrus.

FIrme fast vnfained faithfull frends,
haue vsd (and vse alway)
Eache one the other to present
with guifts on Newyeares day.
A Custome Laudable it is,
at euery newyeres tyde
Old loue with guifts for to renew,
that frendship fast may byde.
Now sith my Truchius trustie true
thou takst me for thy frend:
And sith my dere Dampetrus eke
his likyng me doth Lend.
(Accordyng vnto auncient guise)
I send vnto you here
A present small: and what though small?
yet fit it shall appeare.
You both are Poe [...]s: to you both
I verses sende to vew:
I verses send in token of
the loue I bear to you.
Pure loue hath linkt you both in one,
and sith you ioyned be:
One guift to send vnto you both,
it seemed best to mee.

Description of vertue.

WHat one art yu thus in torne weed yclad?
Vertue, in price of auncient sages had:
[Page 73]Why poorely raid? for fadyng goods past care:
why doble faast? I mark ech fortunes fare.
This bridle what? minds rages to restraine,
tooles why beer you? I loue to take great paine.
Why wings? I teach aboue ye starres to flye,
why tread you death? I onely cannot dye.

Against a maidenly man.

FOr to be married yesterdaie,
To Churche a gallaunt ietted gaie:
His crisped locks wavde all behinde,
His tongue did lispe, his visage shinde.
His rouyng eyes rolde to and fro,
He fiskyng fine did mincyng go:
His lippes all painted semed sweete:
When as the Priest came them to meete,
(A pleasaunt scouse, though uought of life)
He askt of bothe whiche was the wife?

Of a Painter, and a Baker.

A Painter and a Baker strivde,
whiche should the other passe
To paint or bake, twixt them to iudge▪
A Priest ordained was.
The Painter spake (quoth he) what so
the hugy worlde containes,
Or what so Nature woorkes, is wrought
by Painters arte and paines.
(Quoth Baker) this is more then that,
[Page]Christ whiche the worlde did frame
The Baker formes in figure fine,
that all maie see the same.
Quoth Painter then, thou makest Christs,
mennes bellies for to fill:
Thy Christes are chrusht wt crasshing teeth,
my woorke continues still.
Quoth Baker then, what thou doest paint,
doeth no man good in deede:
What we doe forme it serues as foode,
the hungrie soule to feede.
Quoth Painter, Bakers bake their Gods,
mennes bellies for to fill:
Quoth Baker Painters paint their Gods,
for Wormes to gnawe and spill.
Then quoth the Iudge, ho ho [...]la here,
sufficient for this tyme:
About this waightie thyng to braule,
is sure an hainous crime.
Bothe to your houses now departe,
and still in peace agree:
And Painter paint, and Baker bake,
your gods to bryng to me.

A sportfull comparison, betwene Poets and Papists.

LO here the cause to Francis, why
Homerus I compare:
[Page 74]Lo here the cause wherefore I thinke,
that Monkes like Poets are.
Franciscus could not see one whit,
and Homer he was blinde:
Homerus he was blinde of sight,
Franciscus blinde of minde.
Franciscus was a begger bare,
no bigger Homer was:
Bare beggers bothe, their tyme thei did
in merrie syngyng passe.
Franciscus filde the worlde with lyes,
lyes likewise Homer taught:
Franciscus by his bretheren,
Homer by bookes he wraught.
In secret woods and glomie groues,
first Poets led their liues:
In dampishe denues and desarts ded,
Monks livde without their wiues.
Eche toune with Munkes was pestered,
when woods at last thei left:
With Poets euery cittie swarmde,
thei could not thence be reft.
Still Poets syng: and moppinne Munkes,
syng likewise daie and night:
And none so muche as thei them selues,
doe in their songes delight.
Eche Poet hath his wanton wenche,
to dandle all the daie:
[Page]For feare of failyng euery Munke,
hath fowre to kepe hym plaie.
The Poet laudes (and likes of life)
full cuppes whiche flowe and swym:
The Munke if he his licker lacke,
all goes not well with hym.
The Poet with his luryng Lu [...]e,
his Sonets syngeth shrill:
The Monke with pot fast by his side,
his carroles chaunteth still.
With diuers Furies bothe are vext:
the Poet beares a speare
With Iuie deckt: the maskyng Munke
a golden crosse doeth beare.
The Poets croune is drest with Ba [...]es,
and mirttle braunches braue:
White shinyng shitten shauen crounes,
the Popishe prelats haue.
For fine, to Munke giue Poetrie,
to Poet giue the whood:
And so thou shalt make bothe of them,
right Munkes, and Poets good.

Against stepdames.

A Striplyng went with scourge in hande,
Whereas the portrature did stande
Of stepdame his: in rage anone
He fell to beatyng of the stone.
[Page 75]The stone downe on hym tattereth,
And vnto death hym battereth:
Thou sonne in lawe take hede, and see
To stepdame thyne, though dead she bee.

An Epitaphe vpon the death of Ihon Caluin, poorely and plainly enterred at Geneua.

THe terrour of the Romishe route,
doeth lye engraued here:
Whose losse all good men waile, of whom
the wicked stoode in feare.
Of whom euen Vertue fayre her self,
might vertue learne: now why
So grosly gravde doest reader aske
doeth learned CALVIN lye?
While Caluin liude, dame Modestie
did hym associate still:
And she her self here placed hym,
when Death did Caluin kill.
O blessed graue that doest enclose,
a guest so godlie graue:
Thou doest surpasse the Marble toumbs
and kynges sepulchers braue.

Againe vppon the death of Ihon Caluin

WHile Caluin thou didst liue, aliue
I likewise lovd to be:
[Page]Ay me how I could like of life,
to leaue now life with thee.
My life I lothe, and yet I loue
to liue, alone for this:
That I may weep and waill for thee,
whom I so sore do misse.
Ah Beza liue to wepe and waile,
to wepe and waile at full
Caluinus Death, ah farewel frend,
Adue, now ded and dull.
Vntill in sweet Celestiall cost,
we bothe shall meet againe
In teares, in teen, in mourning mone,
shall dolefull Beze remaine.

Martino Luthero, antichristi Romani domitori Trophaeum.

ROme conquerd all the world, and Rome
the Pope did conquer quight:
Rome conquerd al by frollick force,
the Pope by subtile slight.
But Lerned Luther Champion stoute,
how far doth he both twayn
Surmount, who with his seely pen
to yeld doth both constraine.
Now go to Greece, brag til thou burst
of stout Alcides thine:
Naught is his battering club, compard
to Luthers pen deuine.


Of an Astrologer, That was a Cuckold.

TO thee thou ayrie Prophet, all
the starres them selues do show:
And do declare what destinies,
al men shal haue belowe.
But no starres (though they al things se)
admonishe thee of this,
That thy wife doth with euery man,
behaue her selfe amisse.
Saturnus stands far of, men say
that he long since was blinde,
And scantly could decern a child
and from a stone him finde.
Fayr Luna goes with shamfast eye,
A virgin naught will see
But such thinges as beseme a maid,
and lightnes all will flee.
Ioue to Europa gaue his hart:
To Mars did Venus cleaue:
And Mars agayne did Venus serue:
Sol would not Daphne leaue
His loue: and Mercury did call
to minde his Hyrce deer:
Hereof it comes to passe, oh thou
[Page]vnwise Astrologere,
That when thy wife delighted is
with lusty yonkers loue:
Thereof do nothing notifie
to thee the s [...]arres aboue.

Of Beuty. Dilemma.

IN faith what beutie braue auailes,
at all I nothyng see:
If thou be feruent, hot, each doud
seemes fayre and fresh to thee:
If thou be out of courage, cold,
the loueliest lothsum be:
In faith what bewty braue auailes,
at all I nothyng see.

Against Wiuyng.

A Misery to marry still,
thus euery one doth say:
Thus say they stll, yet wittingly
we wiuyng see each day.
Yea though one bury sixe, yet he
from wiuyng will not staye,

Againe of wiues.

GReefes greuous wiues are vnto men,
yet gladsome shall we finde them
And louyng: if so leuyng vs,
they leaue their goods behind them.

Of a Picture liuely described.

SO well this table doth expresse,
the countenaunce of thee:
As sure it seemes no table, but
a glasse thy selfe to see.

O [...] a Niggard departing this life.

RIch Chrysalus at point of death,
doth morne, complaine and crie:
Was neuer man as he so loth
to leaue his life and dye.
Not for because he dyes, he cryes,
his death he doth not force:
This cuttes, his graue must cost a groate.
to shrowde his carrin corse.

The difference betwene a King and a Tyrant.

BEtwene a Tyraunt and a Kyng,
would you the difference haue?
The Kyng each Subiect counts his child▪
the Tyraunt eache his slaue.

A Tyrant in slepe, naught differeth from a common person.

DOst therefore swell and powt with pride▪
and rear thy snout on hie:
Because the crowd doth crouch and couch,
wherso thou commest by?
[Page]Because the people bonnetles
before thee still do stand?
Because the life and death doth lye
of diuers in thy hand?
But when that drousie sleepe of thee,
hath euery part possest:
Tell then where is thy pompe and pride,
thy porte and all the rest?
Then snortyng lozzell as thou art,
then lyest thou like a block:
Or as a carrion corps late dead,
as sencelesse as a stock.
And if it were not that thou wert,
closd vp in walles of stone
And fenced round, thy life would be
in hands of euery one.

Of a good Prince and an euill.

A Good prince what? the dog that keepes
his flocke aye safe in reste,
And hunts the Wolfe awaie: an ill?
hym self the rauenyng beaste.

Of a Theef and a Lawier.

A Theef ycleped Clepticus,
that did from one purloine:
Fearyng to be condemde, a pace
his Lawier fed with coine.
When Lawier his had turnd his bookes,
[Page 78]and red bothe night and daie:
He hoopt he tolde hym he should scape,
if he could run his waie.

A ridiculous pranke of a Priest.

A Certaine guest the goblet clenzde
from flies, before he dranke:
And hauyng drunke, he caste againe
the flies in goblet franke.
And tolde the cause why so he did,
no flies quoth he loue I:
But whether you them loue or not,
I can not saie perdie.

Of a waterspaniell.

A Dog that had a Ducke in mouthe,
an other gapt to catche:
So loste he that he had, and that
whereafter he did snatche.
The churlishe chuffe that hath enough,
and sekes an others pelfe:
Doeth oftentymes, and worthely,
lose that he hath hym self.

A Cur by a crib, a couetous miser.

THe cur that couchyng kepes the crib,
hym self doeth eate no Haie:
Ne letts the hungrie horse, that faine
thereon would feede and praie.
[Page]The Carle (like to the cruell Cur)
that plentie hath of pelfe:
Imparts no parte to other men,
nor spends vpon hym self.

Of a Beggar, bearyng hym self for a Phisition.

YOu Medicus your self doe terme,
but more you are saie I:
One letter more then Medicus,
your name it hath perdy.

Of a dishonest wife.

OF children fruitfull, fruitfull, is
Aratus wife perdie:
For children three she brought hym for the
and with hym did not lye.

To one whose wife was naught at home.

AT home a naughtie wife thou hast,
if towards her thou be curst,
Then worse is she: if curtuous,
of all then is she worst.
Good will she bee if so she dye,
but better if she dye,
And thou suruiue: but best of all,
if hence in haste she hye.

Of Tyndarus.

[Page 79] A Wight whose name was Tyndar, would
haue kist a pretie lasse:
Her nose was long: (and Tyndar he
a floutyng fellowe was.)
Wherefore vnto her thus he saied,
I can not kisse you, sweete:
Your nose stands out so farre, that sure
our lippes can neuer meete.
The maiden nipt thus by the nose,
straight blusht as red as fire:
and with his girde displeased, thus
she spake to hym in ire.
Quoth she, if that my nose doe let
your lippes from kissyng myne:
You there maie kisse me where that I,
haue neither nose nor eyne.

To Sabinus whose wife con­ceiued in his absence.

AN helpe and comfort to thy life,
and to the age of thyne:
A goodly childe is borne to thee,
haste hye, thee home Sabine.
Haste hye thee home to see thy wife,
the fruitfull wife of thine:
And eke thy blessed newe borne babe,
haste hye thee home Sabine.
Haste hye thee home in poste poste haste,
[Page]thou [...] be there in tyme:
Although thou hye thee nere so faste.
haste hye thee home Sabine.
Thy wife doeth lye and long for thee,
thy brat doeth braule and whine:
Bothe thinke thou tarriest ouerlong,
haste hye thee home Sabine.
Thou canst not be vnwelcome home,
when that a child of thine
Is borne, naie gotten to thy hands,
haste hye thee home Sabine.
Haste haste I saie that yet at lest,
at sacred Fant-deuine
Thou maiest see dipt thy dillyng defte,
haste hye thee home Sabine.

Of Fuscus a drunkerd.

A certaine man in phisicke skild
to F. spake in this wise:
F. drinke not ouermuch (take heed)
for drinke will loose your eyes,
He pausd vppon this sentence giuen,
and pondered what was spoke:
And when he had bethought hym, thus
at last his mind he broke.
I will by drinkyng loo [...]e myne eyes
quoth he, tis better so▪
Then for to keepe them for the worm [...]
to gnaw them out below.

Of a Kyng and a Clowne.

A Clowne in forrest fostered vp,
the Citty came to see:
Then forrest Faune, or Satyre wood,
more homely rude was he.
Muche people all the streates about,
together thick did throng:
And nothing but the kyng doth come,
they cried the street along.
The seely rustick halfe amazd,
to heare so straunge a crie:
Muche muzd, and tarried there to see,
what should be ment therby.
At last vppon a sodaine comes,
the kyng with sumptuous train:
All braue bedeckt with glitteryng gold,
he gorgeous did remaine
On comely courser hoisted hie:
now euery where the croude
With strained throates God saue the kyng
they crie, and crie alowde.
The king, the king, O where is he,
the Clowne, began to crie:
(Quoth one) with finger pointed out
lo where he sitts on hye.
Tush that is not the kyng quoth he,
thou art deceued quight:
[Page]That seemeth but a man to mee,
in painted vesture dight.

Of an vnlearned Bishop.

THe Letter killes, the Letter killes,
thus alwaies dost thou crie:
And nothyng saue the letter killes,
thou hast in mouth perdie.
But thou hast well prouided, that
no Letter thee shall kill:
For thou dost know no Letter, thou
in Letters hast no skill.

To one light minded.

IF that thou wert as light of foot,
as thou art light of mynd:
Thou wouldst outrun the lightest Hare
and make hym come behind.

A Iest of a Iackbragger.

A Country clounish Coridon,
did vse abroad to rome:
And kept a bragging Thrasos wife,
while he was gonne from home.
When as the Souldier was returnd,
and heard this of the Clowne:
He stampt and stard, and swore gogsnownes,
Ile be [...]t the villen downe.
And went well weponed into feeld,
[Page 71]to seeke his fellow out:
At last by chaunce he did hym finde,
raingyng the feeld about.
Ho sirra said the soldier, stay:
you rascall villen vile
I must you bob: the clowne did stay,
and tooke vp stones and Tyle.
Shaking his sword the souldier sayd,
you slaue you vsde my wife:
I did so said the clowne, what then?
I loue her as my life.
O doe you then confesse said he?
(by all the gods I swere)
If thou hadst not confest the fact,
it should haue cost thee dere.

Against a Parasite.

WHen Eutiches doth run a race,
he seemes to stand perdy:
But when he runnes vnto a feast,
then sure he seemes to flye.

Against Chelonus.

WHy dost thou loth Chelonus so,
the name of lumpish asse?
The learned Lucius Appuley,
an asse he sometyme was.
But thou dost differ muche from hym,
(he had a learned head)
[Page]He was a golden asse perdy,
thou art an asse of Lead.
A manly mynd, and body of
an asse he had, we finde:
But thou a manlike body hast:
a doltishe asselike minde.

Of Sleep. The sentence of Aristotle

HAlfe of our life is spent in sleape:
in sleepe no difference is
Betweene the wealthy wight, and hym
that welth doth want and misse.
Now Craesus thou riche caitiffe king,
though huge thy substaunce were:
Yet Irus poore in halfe his life,
did like to thee appeere.

Desire of Dominion.

AMongest many kings,
skant one king shall you see
Content with kingdome one alone,
skant one, if one there be,
Amongest many kings,
skant one king shall you see
That rules one onely kingdome right,
skant one, if one there be.

Remedies, to take away a stinkyng breath occasioned by sundry meates.

TO kill the stink of lothsom seekes,
thou must cranch Oynions fast:
[Page 82]If thou wilt not of Oynions stinke,
eate Garlike strong in tast.
If after thou of Garlike strong,
the sauour wilt expell:
A Mard is sure the onely meane,
to put away the smell.


Vppon the graue of a Begger.

WHile as I lyud no house I had,
now ded I haue a graue:
In life I liude in lothsume lacke,
now dead I nothyng craue.
In life I livde an exile poore,
now death bryngs rest to me.
In life poore naked soule vnclad,
now clad in cloddes ye see.

Vpon the Toumbe of Lucretia the daughter of Alexander .6.

HEre lies Lucretia chast by name,
but Thais lewde by life:
Who was to Alexander Pope
bothe daughter, and his wife.

Of the infelcitie of Louers.

THe Grashopper in medowes grene,
among the fragrant flowers:
[Page]With chirpyng chearfull chitteryng shr [...],
doeth passe the tedious howers.
And glads the goodly garnisht groues,
with laies and merrie tunes:
And slumberyng vnder dewie grasse,
the gladles night consumes.
She syngyng dies, and neuer feeles
the smart of Parcas knife:
In swete and heauenly harmonie,
she leads and leues her life.
O blest in life, and blest in death:
but me aye me alas:
Bothe daie & night through girt with greef,
my daies in dole I passe.
In Winter sharpe, in froste and snowe,
(a crooked caitiffe old)
I lye and crie before her doores,
quight curlde almoste with cold.
Againe in Sommer cingyng hotte,
when Phebus fierce doeth raigne:
Poore selie soule before her doores,
I (grouelyng) grone and plaine.
I burne in loue, age weares me out,
no daie I finde releef,
No night I rest: but daie and night
still gript with gronyng greef.
Aye wretched are the yonge in loue,
thrise wretched louyng sires:
[Page 73]The Grashopper still happie liues,
oh Cupids frantick sires.


Of Thelesina.

SElde Thelesina doeth frequent
the Temples of the Priests:
And when she comes, she neuer but
a pissyng while persists.
Wouldst knowe the cause why Ponticus,
abroade she doeth not rome?
It is her vse these shauelyngs still,
with her to haue at home.


Of Briandus Vallius.

WHen rumblyng thūder thumps are heard in [...]
to saue hymself, all fearfull Vallius flies
Downe to some celler (where hymselfe he hides)
he thinkes in cellers neuer God abides.

A pretie prancke of a modest mayden.

ONe Furius would haue kist a maide:
she squaimish did appeare
[Page]And in a fume gaue Furius,
a whirret on the eare.
And therewith saied, goe kisse your hande,
to kisse if you delite:
Bothe hands and lippes are fleshe alike,
and bothe alike are white.

Of a Mounke.

A Sort of theeues had caught a Monke,
whereas thei robde in woode:
Thei bad hym preache, or yelde his purse,
in place whereas he stoode.
The Monke did yelde hymself to preache,
(he durst not disobaie:)
The theues were silent husht, and thus
the Monke began to saie.
The liues, the labours eke of theeues,
I must commende perdie:
The toile thei take, by lande and lake,
doth leade to loftie skie:
For Christ hym self by lande and sea,
did trauell farre and nere:
And neuer rested in one place,
as doeth by bookes appere.
So you my maisters roue and range
abroade from place to place:
Still still you walke your stations,
not restyng any space.
[Page 74]Christ neuer plowde the clottered soile,
nor vsed seede to sowe:
Yet did he liue, and lacked naught:
you liue, and lacke you? no:
What more vnto you should I saie?
to iudgement brought was he:
And he condemned was to death,
so likewise you shall be.
Christ likewise he was fixt on crosse,
and hangde in sight of all:
And thinke you, you shall not be hangde?
yes trust to it, you shall.
Among the goblins blacke of hell,
descended Christ belowe:
And you emong the grisly fiends,
to hell must likewise goe.
Christ beyng thence returnde againe,
on Gods right hande doeth sitte:
But you shall neuer thence returne,
once plungde in Plutos pitte.

To Andreas Goueanus his brother.

I Brother, caught an Hare:
He fell to your share:
Who caught this Hare declare?


I Brother caught an Hare:
it fell to your lot
[Page]To eate hym: so an Hare I loste,
and so an Hare I got.

To Zebedeus.

NE woords of men, nor yet
the Senators decree:
Can make thee laie awaie thy heard,
so faire it seemes to thee.
The man whose beard hym noble makes,
he is not noble, he:
But who his beard nobilitates,
he noble seemes to mee.


A Lute of fir tree.

IN Forrest when I livd,
I had no sound nor voyce:
But made a Lute (with siluer sound)
mens hartes I do reioyce.

Against womens lightnes.

THe Plume, the Pumice stone, the ayre,
in lightnes doe surpasse:
The Plume, the Pumice stone, the ayre,
in lightnes women passe.
To Syluius, a louely lad but lewdly liued.
IN all thy body bewty shines,
thy forhed shineth fair:
[Page 75]Thy mouth doth shine, thy nose, thy chin,
thy glisteryng golden hayre.
But Syluius (as a stinkyng sinke)
thy brest is foule within:
Thy mynd is spotted, spatted, spilt,
thy soule is soyld with sinne.
Ah painted Toomb stuft full of stink:
more lothsum nought we finde
Than he that faire hath all thinges, saue
his manners and his mynd.

The Back.

SHe skirryng flittereth as a byrd,
and as a beast she goth
Fourfooted, and yet nether she
is counted of them both.
She feedes & breedes her yong with milke,
she layes ne hatches eggs:
Blacke lether wings, and teeth she hath,
twoo lipps, and also leggs.

To a towardly yong man.

ALthough the roote of Vertue seeme
bitter to thee in taste,
Yet doe not spit it out, the frute
shall pleasant be at last.

To a certaine Barber.

IF but to shaue my beard (alone)
I Peter sent for thee:
[Page]Together both of purse and berd,
why hast thou shauen mee?

Against a Churle or thankles person.

A Cuntry wight with pitty prickt,
(as writers earst haue told)
Tooke vp a Snake rakt vp in snow,
quight curld almost with cold.
And plast hym in his bosom warme:
againe to life once brought,
He strikes and stings the man to death,
that for hym so had wrought.
Vnthankfull as thou art, euen so
thy frend thou dost requite:
Thou givst hym for a Pearch receavd,
a Scorpion that doth bite.

To a Theef.

THy feete are slow, thy speach is slow,
thy mynd and all is slow:
But sure thy hands to filche and steal.
they be not slow I knowe,
When as thy filchyng fingers false,
to pick thou doth prepare:
Remember still what punishments
for theeues ordayned are.

An Epitaphe, of an excellent Shipma­ster, or Pilote.

[Page 86] NEptune on Sea, gaue luck to thee:
Mars made thee strong on land to be.
Now ioye thou hast (with Ioue on hye)
aboue the glisteryng golden skye.
Great once wast thou on sea and land,
now great in heuen where starres do stand.


Of a Bore, and a Lion.

THe cruell Bore and Lyon curst,
together fierce did fight:
The Bore of bristles bragd, in maine
did lye the Lions might.
Mars one, the other Cibel laudes,
fightyng in bloudie broile:
Bothe kept on Moūtaines, bothe wer fo [...]ld
by Hercules his toyle.

Of a poore man in loue.

ME pinchyng penurie doeth paine,
and Cupid wounds my harte:
I hunger can abide, but not
of loue the bitter smarte.
I liue and lacke: I liue and loue:
want doeth men sore annoye:
But sorer muche the frantick flames,
of Cupid blinded boye.


Vnder Hercules painted spinnyng.

WHat brynges not loue to passe?
what doeth not loue constraine?
It causd stoute Hercules to spinne,
by whom were monsters slaine.

Against the riche vnlearned, out of Laertius.

WHat tyme Diogines, a dolte
in purple did beholde:
I see (saied he) a selie shepe,
in fell and fleece of golde.

Of three Grecians, writers of Tragedies.

THree Grecian Poets tragicall,
did leaue their liues and dye
Moste straungely, as the stories of
the Grecians testifie.
The firste ycleped Sophocles,
(as writers sundrie saie)
Was chockt with kurnell of a grape,
that in his throate did staie.
Euripides the seconde (that
from women did refraine)
[Page 77]By cursed hap with cruell curres,
was all to torne and slaine.
Now Aeschilus the thirde and laste,
an Egle from an hye
Let fall a shell vppon his pate,
whiche kilde hym by and by.


Of Rome.

I Nothyng muse a Shepheard doeth,
in Rome the scepter holde:
Sith that a Shepheard built the same,
(as sundrie bookes haue tolde)
And sith the founder of the same,
with Wouluishe milke was fedde:
I maruell nothyng I at all,
though Rome of Woulues be spedde.
But this me thinketh wondrous straunge,
that safe a flocke should rest
In Rome wt rauenyng murdryng woulues,
and neuer be opprest.

Against Pope Pius.

POpe Pius heauen for money solde:
Death will not let hym staie,
[Page]In yearth: then needes to hell belowe,
Pope P. must take his waie.


THese Omnia Munda doe defile,
with finger, taile, and tong:
In Mundo merito thei saie,
thei dwell not men among.


Of Auctus, a swilbole.

ALone to taste, vp Auctus quast
a bole with wine full fraught:
Ne was he yet content with this,
but askt an other draught.
The gobler was not washt, he saied,
and bad them fill againe:
Whiche doen, he drinkes a freshe, and letts
no drop behinde remaine.
Now that so muche he doeth require,
alone to taste and trie:
How muche trowe you will he desire,
attacht with thirst and drie?

Of the booke whiche Vincentius Obso­poeus wrote of the feat of drinkyng.

WHy doest the Germans teache that arte,
in whiche thei skilfull bee?
[Page]Why are so many Doctors, tell,
made schollers vnto thee?
Gul, bib, and bole, carouse, and quaffe,
eche can in Germany:
Thou shouldst haue taught thē (rather then)
the waie how to be drie.

Of Aulus.

WHat Aulus doeth I doe not aske:
but whether of these twoo:
Or drinke, or slepe, for nothyng els
doeth Aulus vse to doe.

Of Marcus.

TO slepe his furfet vile awaie,
Marke slepes out lightly halfe the daie.
Some men (the cause that did not knowe)
Did aske hym why he sleped so.
Quoth he, why doeth not Dauid saie?
Tis vanitie to rise ere daie.

To Ancus.

THou drunken faindst thy self of late:
thou three daies after slepst:
How wilt thou slepe (with drinke in deede)
when thou art throughly pepst?

To a certaine drunkarde.

WHo termde thee drunkard, termde thee ill:
More drunke art thou, then drūkard still.

Of Aulus.

LOoke when moste sober Aulus is,
moste drunke is Aulus he.
Againe vnlesse that he be drunke,
he sober can not be.
For sober still he braules and braies,
he teares, and on he takes:
And like a bedlem beast, bothe sande
and sea together shakes.
But when that he hath quafte his fill,
no coile at all he keepes:
But casts hymself vpon his couche,
and (snortyng) soundly sleepes.

An Epitaphe, of a notorious drunkard.

THe corps clapt fast in clottered claie,
that here engraude doeth lye:
On death-bedde sware, in all his life
that he but once was drie.
And (surely) thou mayst credite hym
for that whiche he did saie:
For all the while his life did last,
he thirstie was alwaie.

To Pontifer.

A Springall thou (in prime of yeres)
a beldame old [...]est wedde:
[Page 89]A toothlesse, tough, old Mumphim [...],
with quyueryng palsey spedde.
Thou thoughtst thy pelfe and poked pence,
by this deuice to spare:
Thou thoughtst a maide would eate to much
and make thy bouget bare.
Thou art deceiude: by this deuise
naught shalt thou saue: I thinke
Yong maides thei will not eate so muche,
as aged trotts will drinke.

Of a Iade most vile and pestilent.

HArde yron spurres no more estemes,
this dull and blockishe Iade:
Then spurres of woole, or silken spurres,
as softe as can be made.


THis Iade doeth seme no more to feele,
the prickyng of a spurre:
Then doeth a stone, or member dedde,
the whiche maie nothyng sturre.


THe spurre that cuttes and gores the gu [...]s
no more doeth he regard:
Then sturdie stith, where beates the Smith,
the batteryng hammer harde.


[Page]BY stickyng spurre doest seke to sturre
thy st [...]ede that will not stere:
Thou goest about to tell a tale,
to hym that can not heare.


SPare spare to spurre it nought auailes:
Spurres serue for other horse:
Ricke, pricke, spurne, spur: pinche, pūch and panche
thou shalt not stirre a corse.


THis blockishe beaste, as sone as he
of any man is spide:
Straitwaies he saieth, behold an Asse,
trust vp in horses hide.


SO slowly goes this mopishe Iade,
(whereon you vse to ride)
As hard and skant of Linx hym self,
his mouyng maie be spide.


IF sluggishe sloth had euer sonne or child:
This same is he, vnlesse I be beguild.


EVen looke how muche the Harte excelles
the Asse to runne a race:
[Page 90]So muche this horse of euery horse
beside is paste in pace.


HE semes as he were still a slepe:
it maie be so he slepes
As doeth the Hare, who slepyng still,
his eyes brode open kepes.


CVt out this cursed Cabals cods
betyme, if you doe well:
What will his ofspryng be, but euen
a very plague of hell.


WHat shall we do with this same beast?
how shall we vse hym, tell?
Hym serue as Flaccus asse was serud,
and so you serue hym well.


The way to liue well.

IF thou wilt leade a godly life,
and not from vertue swerue:
Be wary wise, and alwaies these
sixe thinges in minde obserue.
Remember first the Lorde thy God,
whiche thee of nought did make:
Next mind thou Sathan serpent slye,
that seekes thy soule to take.
Next mind the shortnes of this life,
that fadeth like a flower:
Next mynd thy graue, continually
which galpes thee to deuour.
Next mind thou gladsome Ioyes of heauen:
next lastyng plagues of hell:
And so an ende: minde these, and thou
canst neuer liue but well.

Precepts of wedlocke. The husbands requests.

MY wife, if thou regard mine ease:
Praye to the Lord: hym praise & please.
Displease not mee (for any thyng)
Care how thy children vp to bring:
Let still thyne house be neat and fine:
Alwaies prouide for children thine:
Be merry, but with modestie,
Lest some men blame thine honestie:
Let manners thine be pleasant still:
With Iackes yet doe not play the gyll.
Go in thy garments soberly,
Let no spot be thereon to spie.
Be merry when that I am merry:
[Page]When I lowre, sing not thou Hey derry.
The man that lyked is of mee,
Let hym likewise be likt of thee.
That which I say in company,
See thou refell not openly.
If ought I speake that likes not thee,
Thereof in secret monish mee.
What so in secret I thee tell
Reueale not, but conceale it well.
Thinke not straunge Wiues doe make mee warme
When I thee hurt, shew mee thy harme.
Confesse when so thou dost offend:
Chide not to bedward when we wend.
Sleep slightly: rise betyme, and praye:
When thou art drest, to woork away.
Beleue not all thing that is saide:
Speake little (as beseemes a mayde)
In presence mine dispute thou not:
Reply not: chat must be forgot.
The honest do associate still:
Loth liuyng with the lewd and ill.
Let lewdnes none thy life affoord:
Be alwaies true of tongue and woord:
Let shame fastnes thy mistres bee:
Do these, and wife come cull with mee.

The wiues aunswere.

HVsband, if thou wilt pure appeare,
(Euen as thy self) then holde mee dear.
[Page]So shalt thou please Iehoue deuine,
So shalt thou make mee norrishe mine.
See that our house wherein we dwell
Be hansome, holsome, walled well.
And let vs haue what vse requires:
Make seruantes sweat at woorke, not fires.
See that thy speech be mild and meeke.
Of froward frumps be still to seeke.
If thou wilt haue mee do for thee,
Then see thou likewise do for mee.
If thou on thy frends do bestowe,
Be liberall to my frends also.
For seruants thine keepe tauntyngs tart,
Admonishe gently mee aparte.
And when in sport some tyme I spend,
Do thou not sharply reprehend.
And when I ioy with thee to iest,
In angrie moode, do not molest.
Tis not enuffe, that I loue thee:
But sometime thou must make of mee.
If I shall not of thee be ielowes,
See thou cleaue not to many fellowes.
Though thou hast toyled out the daye
At night be merry yet alwaye.
Vse neuer muche abroad to rome:
But still keepe close with mee at home.
Thou saidst muche, when thou wast an woer,
Now (we are coupled) be a doer.
[Page] Penelope if I shalbe,
Then be Vlisses vnto me.

Desire not to obtaine, that whiche thou canst not gaine.

HE that will choose a wretch to be,
A very wretche indeed is he:
Then he that goods desires to gaine
Which by no meanes he may obtaine
A very wretch indeede is he:
For he doth choose a wretche to be.


WInne euen the wayward Vertue will,
and Vertue maketh willyng still.
Force furious fomyng fighteth fearce:
But Vertue doth with reson pearce.
In body Force his seate doth finde,
Vertue triumpheth still in minde.
Force maketh men like beasts to be,
But Vertue maketh men we see.
Wherefore rude boysterous Force fare well,
For Vertue braue shall beare the bell.
Let Force to Vertue bow and bend:
Or Mistres on the Mayde attende.

How euery age is enclined.

THe Babe (deuoyde of wit and sence)
In Cradle still doth crie:
[Page]The Lad by lightnes lewd doth loose
his tyme, and runnes awrye.
From 12. to 21. Youth
runnes rashly on his race:
The Lustie Youth to lawles luste
and riot runnes apace.
The Man still hunts for honours hie:
the Senior serious seekes
For wealth and coyne: glad when into
his pragged purse he peekes.

A noble dame: I hide her name.

FOr visage thou art Venus right:
Pallas for flowing braine:
To finger fine the Harp or Lute
Apollo thou dost staine.
Mercurius rules thy filed speache,
thy manners Cynthia chast:
O gallant goddesse: Iuno meet
with Ioue for to be plast.

Of the Queenes Picture.

O Pitty great alas to see,
that Vertue shinyng so
With Bewtie braue, must forced be
at last away to go.

Of the picture of Thomas Cranmer, som­tyme Archbishop of Canterbury.

[Page 93]WEll learned, and well liued too,
good Cranmer wast thou sure:
Faire lucky times and lowryng both,
God made thee to endure.

Of his owne picture.

(FOole as thou art) what dost thou mean,
thy fadyng forme to drawe?
A newe face, or els no face, thou
shalt haue to morrow, daw.

Of the picture of the most excel­lent Dame A. H.

FOr prudencie, a precious pearle:
for face, a famous dame:
In fine this peece in euery pointe,
deserueth laude and fame.

To his Bed.

MY bed, the rest of all my cares,
the ende of toilyng paine:
Whiche bryngest ease and sollace sweete,
while darknesse doeth remaine.
My bedde, yelde to me slumber swete,
and triflyng dreames repell:
Cause carkyng care from sobbyng breast
to part, where it doeth dwell.
All mockeries of this wretched worlde,
put cleane from out my mynde:
Doe these my bedde: and then by thee,
[Page]muche comfort shall I finde.

An Aunswere.

THat I maie be a rest of cares,
an ende of toylyng paine:
See stomacke thyne be not surchargde,
when slepe thou wouldest gaine.
If sugred slepe (deuoide of dreames)
thou likest to enioye:
Then liue with little: and beware,
no cares thy hedde anoye.
And lastly deme thy fethered bedde,
alwaies thy graspyng graue:
So rest by me thou shalt obtaine,
and eke muche comfort haue.

An Epitapthe vpon the death of Sir IHON CHEKE.

THe maister of good maners milde,
the glisteryng lampe of skill:
Dame Natures golden workehouse rare,
now death hath rid from ill.
Ah noble sir Ihon Cheke is dedde,
whiche stedfast still did stande
Not one to many, but to all:
the lanterne of this lande.
The gem of this our Englishe soile:
fell death that riddeth all
So riche a iewell neuer tooke,
nor take hereafter shall.


To the Reader.

WHē reader thou doest read this booke,
With frownyng forhed doe not looke:
For Cato curste, nor Curius,
Nor frownyng sowre Heraclitus,
These are not made: but if thei bende
Their eyes to see what here is pende:
Suche toyes thei shall bee sure to finde
As will refreshe the mestfull minde.

To Torpetus.

THy wife Torpetus brings thee naught:
Thou musest what should let:
Muse not: how cā she bring thee aught
When thou canst naught beget.

An Epitaph vpon the death of a Couetous Miser.

AN yearthly wight in yearth,
I studied yearthly thyngs:
Euen like a Moldiwarpe,
to yearth whiche alwaies clings.
Now yearthly bodie myne,
[Page]in yearth with wormes doeth bide:
But synfull soule (alas)
to Limbo doune doeth slide.
Waifarer hence departe,
take heede, be warnde by me:
Remember heauenly thyngs,
caste yearthly thyngs from thee.

Of Robin Bartlet fallyng into the handes of Theues.

BArtlet a pleasaunt sconse, whose mirthe
all men did muche delight:
Ridyng towards London on a tyme,
amongest Theues did light.
When thei had robde hym of his coine,
quoth one (among the reste)
My maisters let vs cutte his throte,
for feare we be expreste.
Then Bartlet aunswered pleasauntly,
(naie doe not serue me so)
My maisters if you cutte my throte,
how shall my drinke doune go.
At this the Theues gan laugh apace,
and from hym went their waie:
So sillie Bartlet saude his life,
although his purse did paie.

Against Battus, an euell Singer.

[Page 95]WHile Battus synges, he would be thought
suche one as well could doe:
So would the birde that Cucko cries:
so would the Nightcrowe to.

To Ihon Foxe.

SIth that thy life is spotlesse pure,
deuoide of fraude and blame:
I maruell why of craftie Foxe,
my Foxe thou hadst the name.

Of an old trot Persephone, and Pyllio a yongster.

PErsephone a beldame, hath
an house wherein to dwell:
Yong Pyllio needs must marrie her,
he saies he loues her well.
Now Pyllio she doeth like of life,
and he doeth set greate store
By her faire house: what weds he her?
no sure: her house therefore.

To Marcellinus.

SOmetyme thou wilt haue wealthe
to vse: and sometyme not.
Sure either thou art to muche wise,
or els to muche a sot.

Against Bossus, a Prieste.

[Page]WE must not touche a woman, we,
thus Bossus still doeth saie:
We must continually (saieth he)
serue God bothe night and daie.
But Bossus by his leaue doeth lye:
thei touche and touche againe;
Or els somany baldpate priests,
could neuer sires remaine.

Of Lupercus.

A Fruitfull wenche God sende me, saied
Lupercus when I wedde:
I hate (saied he) these barren dames,
that neuer will be spedde.
He married Frances at the last,
and so he had his praier:
The next daie after thei were linkt,
she brought hym forthe a paire.

Of Molzus that caste his wife into the Sea.

WHat tyme a troublous tempest rose,
and tost the tumblyng Seas:
Eche one threwe in his heuiest stuffe,
the loaded barke to ease.
But Molzus (one emong the rest)
caste in his wife, and saied,
Naught heauier then askoldyng wife,
I deme there can be waied.

Of Lollus and Caeciliana, man and wife.

SEldome doth Lollus dyne at home,
and not against his will:
And that he seld may dine at home,
Caecilian wisheth still.
Seldome doth Lollus sup at home,
and not against his will:
And that he seld may sup at home,
Caecilian wisheth still.
Seldome doth Lollus sleepe at home,
and not against his will:
And that he seld may sleepe at home,
Caecilian wisheth still.
Seldome speakes Lollus with his wife,
and not against his will:
And that he may but seldome speake,
Caecilian wisheth still.
Seldome doth Lollus kisse his wife,
and not against his will:
And that he may but seld her kisse,
Caecilian wisheth still.
Seldome lyes Lollus with his wife,
and not against his will:
And that he may seld lye with her,
Caecilian wisheth still.
Lollus doth loue anothers wife,
and not against his will:
[Page]And for to haue another man
Caecilian wisheth still.
O what a passyng concord is,
betwene this man and wife?
What so the one of them doth loue,
the other likes of life.

To Sixtus.

A Fair wife thou hast married, this
doth please thee Sixtus well:
A shrew thou married hast, doth this
well please the Sixtus, tell?

Of a certain Duke, and Robin Bartlet.

A Certen Duke with Bartlet chafte,
said, leaue you knaue to scoffe
And mend your manners, or I sweare,
thy head shalbe cut of.
Quoth Bartlet, God forbid, that were
to me vnhappie hap:
If that my head were gone (quoth he)
where should I set my cap.
At this the Duke gan laugh a pace,
and set his hart at rest:
Thus all the broile and anger great,
was turned to a Iest.

To Alexander Nowell.

GReat Alexander all the world
did in subiection bringe:
[Page 97]Rude barbarous people thou dost tame:
thou dost a greater thing.

To Candidus.

POore Proclus Martha tooke to wife,
of lofty Linnage hie:
She was not Candidus his wife,
but mistres his perdie.

Of certaine faire maydens plaiyng with Snowe.

YOu virgins fairer then the Snowe
wherwith you sport and play:
The Snowe is white, and you are bright,
now marke what I shall say.
The Snowe betwene your fingers fades
and melteth quight away:
So glisteryng gleames of bewties blaze
in time shall sone decay.

To Hallus.

HAllus thine aking tooth makes thee
that thou canst rest no night:
With good tongue (Hallus) licke thy tooth
and paine will vanishe quight.

In quendam.

THou likst ill men, ill men thee laude.
so Mules of mules are scrapt and clawd.

To a certayne Draper.

MEn many Draper deeme,
thou dost abound with stoore:
Thy Nose is precious, full of pearles,
Draper, canst thou bee poore?

Against Bossus.

ALL Preists must gelded be,
thus saist thou Bossus still:
They must be gelded sure thou saist,
the scripture so doth will.
If Bossus thou hadst gealt thy selfe,
and stones of thine cut out:
So many basterd brats of thine,
had not bene borne about.

Of Attus.

IF Attus face thou doe beholde,
a good man he will seeme:
But if thou doe beholde the rest,
ill then thou wilt him deeme.

To papisticall Prelats.

WHy doubt you dottrell priests as yet,
chaste honest wiues to wedde?
Wedlocke is good, and pleaseth God,
adulterie must be fledde.

Of the Lady Iane Gray.

[Page 98]DOest muse with skill of Grecian tongue,
Graia be­yng her surname in Laten, si­gnifieth a Grecian.
how Ladie Iane was fraight?
As sone as euer she wan borne,
she was a Grecian straite.

Against Colte, a coltish Preist.

SIth Colt thou plaiest the Colt, to kisse,
before the face of men:
When no man sees thee Colt (I muse)
the Colt how plaiest thou then?

Of Holus a Souldier beyng lame.

OF Holus I did aske, wherefore,
limpyng to warre he went:
Tushe aunswerde he, though lims be lame,
my mynde to fight is bent,

To Ihon Gibbon.

DIssolue this darke Aenigme,
my Gibbon if you can:
You shalbe reckned Oedipus,
a cunnyng skilfull man.
This is my riddle darke:
no Woulues in Englande are,
Yet Englande harboures store of Woulues:
how can this be declare?

Against Alanus.

THou louest Doggs,
Doggs doest thou feede:
[Page]But thou doest hate
thy wife in deede.
Thou chidest her,
her doest thou beate:
Her thou doest spurne,
her thou doest threate:
And still with her
thou art at strife:
Better to be
thy Dog then wife.

Of Diogenes.

QVoth one vnto Diogenes,
what shall I giue to thee
And let me giue thy hedde a boxe:
an helmet aunswered he.

Against Fridolinus.

A Chast life best besemes a priest,
thou Fridolin doest saie:
But whence hast thou thy ladds and girls,
now Fridolin bewraie?

Of ROBIN BARTLET, fainyng hymself deafe to get lodgyng, beyng on a tyme benighted.

WHen doune Dan Phebus gan to ducke,
and shroude hym in the West:
When darksome night approched fast,
[Page 99]and all did silent rest.
When Aeolus kyng with puffed chekes,
gan blowe and bluster fearce:
When dashyng showers doune dingyng fast
bothe man and beast did pearce.
When fir [...]e flakes, and lightnyng leames,
gan flashe from out the skies:
When stiffe, strōg, struglyng, sturdie storms,
began for to arise.
All in this hurly burly greate,
it chaunced so perdie:
That merrie Bartlet was abroade,
deuoyde of companie.
In ridyng he had lost his waie,
in greate distresse was he:
For postyng here and there, he could
no toune nor village se.
But he that lookes at last shall finde,
so he by Fortune sawe
At laste a simple cottage poore,
all homely thatcht with Strawe.
His hands he heaues to heauen on high,
and thankes with harte and voyce
His God that gaue hym this good hap,
and greatly did reioyce.
He commeth to this cabbin course,
and knocketh at the doore:
And straite with humble sute and mone,
[Page]for helpe he doeth implore.
If any wife dwell here (quoth he)
that honestie doeth loue:
Let this my piteous percyng plaint,
her mynde to mercie moue.
Then loe the goodwife of the house,
(whose name did Florence hight)
Came to the doore, and spake vnto
poore Barrlet wofull wight.
Awaie quoth she, what ere thou be,
be sure thou comst not here:
So late thou wandrest in the night,
thou art a theef I feare.
Be packyng while your bone be whole:
I thanke you Bartlet saied:
(And faind hym self for to be deafe)
I thanke you for your aide.
Maie horse of myne haue roume (quoth he)
here likewise to remaine?
No no quoth she: I thanke you sure,
saied Bartlet here againe,
And went to Stable with his horse:
at last he did her win
(By thankes and gentle wordes) to ope
the dore, and let him in.
All that same night he snortyng slept,
fast by the fier side:
And all his garments sowst with raine,
[Page 100]by smokyng fier he dride.
When faire Aurora at the last,
began for to appeare:
And bright Apollo with his beames,
began to glister cleare.
Dame Florence starteth vp from bed,
and sone she slippeth on
Her petticote: and fetchyng wood,
she maketh fire anone,
She deeming Bartlet fast a sleepe,
eke deaf, a fart let flee:
God morrow dame (quoth Bartlet straight)
what speake you vnto mee?
Quoth Florence what? and can you heare?
now sure I Ioy therfore:
I see my taile hath made you heare,
whiche could not heare before.

Of Caelia, and her sonne, now redie to dye.

WHen Caelia (sad and sorrowfull)
her sonne sore sicke did see:
Now when his breath began to faile,
with blubberyng teares said she
O my sweet sonne, ere life be donne,
speake one sweet word to mee:
But one sweet woord, my sweet sweet sonne,
I doe request of thee:
[Page]The sonne now giuyng vp the ghost,
as breath away gan passe:
Cried, honny, honny, mother mine,
(sweet hony) ah alas.
And soundyng so these sugred woords,
he dyed by and by:
And cherefull thus vnto the heauens,
his soule soard swift on hye.

Of Editha, trauelyng in child-bed.

WHen as a new borne blessed babe,
Editha foorth had brought:
The women sayd he was as like,
his sire as might be thought.
What is his crowne balde (bare of heare)
I pray you show, said she:
And thus Editha signified,
a Preist the sire to be.

Of a certaine Bishop, and his foole Philibert.

A Certen Prelat kept a foole,
to make hym game and sport:
This foole hight Philibert: his lord
did loue him in suche sort
That he would let hym lye with hym,
in bed whereas he lay:
Not side by side, but at his feet
this foole did couche alway.
[Page 101]One night the Bishop had his trull,
in bed with him to lye:
The foole was waking, and by hap,
fower leggs he felt hym by:
Ho maister (quoth the foole) I feele
fower leggs: whose be they, thyne?
Yea (quoth his master) Philibert
those leggs they all be mine.
Then Philibert straight startyng vp,
vnto the windowe hyes.
And (puttyng out his noddyes nole)
with Stentors voyce he cries
Monstrum horrendum come and see,
all men, both yong and old:
My master that had twoo feet erst
Hath fower now to beholde.

Against Claudia.

A Virgin thou wilt called be,
a virgin counted eake:
And still in praise of virgins pure,
still Claudia thou dost speake:
But why dost thou praise virgins so?
thy selfe no virgin art:
For thou didst bear a virgin late,
which was no virgins part.

To a certaine frend.

A Kerchef thou dost weare: head ache
doth not torment thee rise:
[Page]Nor sicknes: surely thou hast felt,
the Distaffe of thy wife.

Of an egregious drunkard.

A Drunkard greate did fall into
a feruent feuer sore:
Whereby he felt a greater thirst,
then earst he did before.
He sendeth for Phisitions straite:
vnto hym thei doe giue
Bothe for to cure his feuer, and
his thirst awaie to driue.
To whom the pained partie spake:
Phisitions, onely see
That you my feuer cure, my thirst
leaue that to cure for me.

To certaine proude Papi­sticall persones.

SOme men doe call you holie men:
and some againe doe chuse
To call you Fathers: glad are you
when thei suche titles vse.
But holie I can not you call,
whiche holinesse disdaine:
But fathers I maie call you well,
for brats you get amaine.

To Pope Paulus. 2.

[Page 102]THou needst not Rome for to request,
of Paul his stones to showe:
He hath begot a daughter la te,
he is a man I trowe.

Of Pope Ione the 8. and of the maner of makyng the Pope.

POpe Ione in mannes apparell went,
and faind her self a manne:
And by this straunge disguisyng, she
at last the Popedome wanne.
At last she plaied a piuishe part,
and let her seruaunt ride
In saddle hers: she trauailed,
brought forthe her child, and died.
When as the Carnals (Cardinalls
I would saie if I could)
When thei perceiude this filthy facte,
thei all agreed none should
Be Pope created after that,
vnlesse he had his stones:
Thei would not haue ye Popedome staynde,
with any more Pope Iones.
But now adaies at Rome we see,
this custome waxeth colde:
What is the cause thei grope not now,
as thei were wont of olde?
The cause is, now thei knowe before,
[Page]that thei are men in deede:
For now in euery corner swarme
their whores, and bastarde breede.

Of Lucretia whiche was daughter and wife to Pope Alex. 6.

WHat makest thou Lucretia,
with chast Lucretias name?
Thou art an other Thais, thou,
an other Lais dame.

Of Nodosius, a Papist.

AT pointed seasons still,
Nodosius doeth refraine
From eatyng fleshe: and yet from fleshe,
no daie he doeth abstaine.
Doest aske how this maie be?
I will explane the case:
Dedde fleshe mislikes Nodosius, but
liue fleshe he doeth embrace.

Of a certaine yongman, and a toothlesse sire.

A Yongman and an aged sire.
at Tauerne drinkyng sate:
At last (well whitled bothe with wine)
thei fell at greate debate.
And striude aboute a thyng of nought:
the yongman all in yre
[Page 103]Burst out and saied, turde in thy teeth,
old crooked crabbed sire.
The old man pleasauntly replide:
turde in his teeth (quoth he)
That hath teeth: I haue none at all,
beholde, and thou shalt se.
And so he shewed his naked gummes,
where no teeth did remaine:
And thus the strife and greate debate,
did ceasse betwene them twaine.

To a proude princox.

WHy art thou proude? stoute poutyng pride
from heauenly ioyes on hie
Doune hedlong tumbled Lucifer,
in Limbo lowe to lie.

To Pigmenius.

THou wealthie hast bothe house and lande,
Eke thou the Lawe doest vnderstande.
By hooke and crooke thou catchest still,
In cusnyng craft thou hast greate skill.
Thy fingers to can filche full faste,
(For all these) yet no coine thou haste.
How commeth it to passe wouldst knowe?
The speckled bones ofte thou doest throwe.

Of Cotilus a Priest.

NO maydes loues Cotilus: old wiues
he loues (as all may see)
[Page]What is ye cause? maides bring foorth brats,
old wiues still barren be.

Against Huberdine, an old dottrell and peuish Preacher.

WHo preacheth naught but triflyng toyes,
vnto the people still:
A pratyng preacher may be calde,
deuoyde of wit and skill.

To Ruffina. He playeth the woer for a frend of his, of person as pretty as a Pigmey.

DIspise not this thy suter small,
that loues thee as his life:
And thee desires Ruffina faire,
to be his spouse and wife.
In bodies deft of dapper Dicks
great vertue ofte doth dwell:
Perchaunce in bed thou shalt hym proue
a man, I can not tell.

Of the vnsatiable couetousnes of this worlde.

A Golden great vngodly world,
this may be counted well:
Each man loues gold: but godlines,
who loues I can not tell.

To Pontiana, a mayd so called.

SNowe helde vnto the fire doeth melt,
and ceasseth Snowe to bee:
[Page 104]So Pontiana perishe those,
that burne in loue with thee.

To Claudia.

OF late thine heares were black, but now
thei shine, gold like vnto:
With any Painter fine of late,
tell, haddest thou to doe?

Of Antonina.

IN bosome hers, a dapper Dogge,
still Antonina beares:
She lulles hym, culles hym, louyngly
she luggs hym by the eares.
She would not misse her fistyng curre,
for any thyng: and why?
Forsothe when so she letts a scape,
she cries me, fie curre, fie.

To Ihon Cullier.

LIke dombe dog Hennus neuer barkes,
all preachyng he doeth shunne:
And yet thou saiest his dutie still,
by hym is duely doon.
He drinks, he hunts, he hunteth whores,
he smacks: how saiest thou? tell?
Doeth he his duetie due? doeth he
performe his function well?

Of Glaurus an old dotyng Priest.

[Page] GLaurus is crooked, all for age:
he still prepares to dye:
Yet Glaurus hath a prettie wench,
at home with hym to lye.

To Hermannus Mennus.

POore haue I been, and poore I am,
and poore still shall I bee:
And Mennus loe, the cause I will,
declare and shewe to thee.
If poore thou be Aemilian,
thou shalt be poore alwaies:
For none but wealthy wordlyngs are,
enriched now adaies.

Of Clytus.

ON Saterdaie no fleshe,
will Clytus eate perdie:
But for to steale an horse,
on Sunday he will hie.

This Monostichon here followyng, was written vpon the gate of the Mo­nestarie of the Benedictines, or blacke Monkes.

HIc intret nullus, nisi pullus sit sibi Cullus.
No maner wight, shall enter here:
Vnlesse blacke hoode on backe he beare.
Barbara vox Cullus: pro qua ponēda Latina est
[Page 105]Et poterit carmen forsitan esse bonum.
Cullus is sure a barbarous woorde,
skant Latine for an whood:
To Culus Cullus therefore chaunge,
so maie the verse be good.
Hic intret nullus, nisi pullus sit sibi Culus.
No maner wight shall enter here:
Vnlesse he blacke be, you wot where.

Of the aunswere of a foole to a certaine Duke.

VNto the pallace of the Poope,
there came a Duke of late:
The Popes foole chaunst to mete the Duke
before the pallace gate:
Where is thy master quoth the Duke?
not farre the foole gan saie:
For but euen verie now his grace,
was with his whore at plaie.

Of Rob. Bartlet, and of one that had a foule byg nose, and a precious (as they terme it.)

BY fortune merry Bartlet saw
a man with monstrous Nose:
Beset with Rubies riche: his minde
thus Bartlet gan disclose.
Goodfellow, frend, (quoth Bartlet) when
wast thou with goldsmith tell?
[Page]The other musing stayd, and knew
not what to aunswere well.
I aske (quoth Bartlet) for because▪
he cosened thee I see:
He for a golden nose hath giuen
a copper nose to thee.

The Louer.

WHo more a wretch then he
whom loue [...]ormenteth sore?
With scorchyng heate of Cupids coales
he burneth euermore.

Of Loue.

LOue is for to be liked, if
both loue (so as they ought)
But where one loues, the other lothes,
there loue is vile and nought.

To Hordenus.

I Marrige mind: thou mockest mee
as muche as may be thought.
If whores I both should hunt and haunt
what wouldst thou then say? nought.

Of Alphus.

NO egge on friday Alphe will eate,
but drunken he will be
On friday still: O what a pure
religious man is he.

Of him that is in debt.

WHo owes much mony, still
he shunns all company:
And is like to an owle
That in the night doth flye.

To Ponticus.

DOst aske why (Ponticus) I call
thee not to supper mine.
The cause is this: thou calst mee not
hog Ponticus to thyne.

To Minsiger.

AS poore as Irus once thou wast,
but now thou dost abound
With wealth and store: by marriage thyne,
great plenty hast thou found.
But now thy wife is dead, thy coyne
thou lashest out amayne:
Spare Minsiger le [...]t thou become
as Irus poore againe.

Of Squyre, an old man flewmatike.

SQuyre seld or neuer Oysters buyes,
Squyre eate no oysters will:
Yet notwithstandyng Squyre spits out
and spawleth oysters still.

Of Cotta.

AN whore hath Cotta to his wife,
he knowes it, and he sayes:
[Page]One Lampe sufficient is to light
ten men and ten alwayes.

N. NOMAN To B. Bonner.

ALL men a noughty Bishop did thee call:
I say thou wast the best of Bishops all.

To a certaine Papist.

IT ill beseemeth preistes to we [...]
thus Papist thou dost say:
What well beseemes them (then declare)
with whores to sport and play?

To a wife, whiche set a pot full of flowers in her windowe.

TO make a fragrant sauour sweet,
in windowe thou dost set
Freshe flowers, and for to make them grow,
thou stinkyng mier dost get:
Wife, cast the mier away, or herbs,
or both I thee desire:
The flowers they doe not smell so well,
as ill doth stinke the mire.

Of a counterfet Diuell.

BLastus a cunnyng Painter, (that
Apelles past in skill:)
Did paint the Diuell in this wise,
in forme and fashion ill.
[Page 107]Monstrous, deformed to beholde,
fierce, blacke, and horrible:
Dauntyng the harts of men with dread,
and feare moste terrible.
His eyes did shine like sparklyng fire,
all brode and blasing bright:
His snout was stretched forth, his taile
was long, and blacke to sight.
His chappes were great, and galping wide,
all ready to deuoure:
With long doune dangling iagged beard,
he looked grim and sower.
His hornes were like vnto the Moone,
that glisters in the night:
His pawes were like fell Harpeyes pawes,
that scratch and teare out qi [...]ght.
In right hand stones he clinched fast,
in lefte he held a booke:
And eake a payr of beades he had,
whereon to praie and looke.
His outwarde garments all were blacke,
euen suche they were to eye
As mopishe Monkes, and foolish Friers,
did weare most commonly.
A Monke came by (by chaunce) and sawe
the Picture set to showe:
No where is Blastus saide the Monke?
is he at home or no?
[Page]Ymarry Blastus answered,
what is your will with me?
The Diuelles picture will you buy?
perchaunce I will said he.
But tell mee Blastus said the Monke,
why is he made so fell?
I like hym not in some respectes,
in some yet woondrous well.
Wherefore now breefly Blastus show
(in fewe declare to mee)
Why thou hast made hym in suche sort,
as here I doe hym see?
Then Blastus answered (and said)
if that you doe not knowe
The causes why I made him thus,
the causes I will showe.
Well (quoth the Monke) then tell mee first,
why didst thou make hym blacke?
Quoth Blastus, for because that he,
doth faire conditions lacke.
Quoth Monke, why is his beard vnkemd,
and danglyng downe so lowe?
Quoth Blastus, for because he was,
an Hermit long ago.
Why quoth the Monke hath he a tayle?
he moues to Lechery:
Why hath he crooked cruell clawes?
he loues to catche perdie.
[Page 108]Why in his right hand holds he stones?
with stones Christ tempted he:
What booke in lefte hand doth he hold?
Popes holy lawes they be.
Why are suche hornes fixt on his front?
like Moses he in this:
(Yet godly Moses he doth hate,
this sure and certen is.)
Why is he picturde like a Monke?
he monkery did deuise:
Monkes mischeuous he first brought foorth,
and noughtie Nonnes likewise.
The Monke no longer now forebeares,
but for a cudgell feeles:
And Blastus to auoide the blowes,
straight takes hym to his heeles.
The pursie Monke pursues him fast,
and takes him by the heare:
And all to thumpes him with his fiste,
his nailes his face doth teare.
Better prouoke the fend hymself,
then monke that ragyng raues:
Poore Blastus did not know that Monkes,
were vile and testie knaues.

An Epitaphe vpon the death of KYNG EDVVARD the 6.

WHen EDVVARD prince most excellent,
fell cankered death did kill:
[Page]When God did giue him place in heauen,
with Saincts to so iourne still,
Good Kyng Iosias came to hym,
and did him fast embrace:
And said, ah welcome brother mine
to happy heauenly place.

Of Lydia.

SEuen yeares was Lydia linkt, and liude
with husband hers in deede:
And all the while poore Lydia lackt
and could no children breed.
She of Phisitions counsell askt,
their medcines wrought but dull:
Of Bossus preist she counsell askt,
and straight way she was full.

To Florianus.

THy first wife (still thou saist)
brought thee no childe at all:
But sure (thou sayst) thy second wife,
brought thee a prettie squaule.
Indeed, a brat she did thee bring,
yet none she did bring thee:
For it it named thine to be,
and yet thine not to be.

To Haerillus.

NO worke Haerillus doth, and yet
he labours euermore:
[Page 109]How labours he? euen of the gowte▪
whiche doth torment hym sore.

Of Hassus.

I Did demaund of Hassus, how
his wife (sore sicke) did fare:
She will come shortly well abroade
(quoth he) I take no care.
Now (sure) who would not Hassus deeme,
a Prophet true to be?
The next day after (on a Beare)
stone dead brought foorth was she.

Of Furnus a Cuckold.

MEn say that Furnus iealowes, is
as quick as Linx 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 [...]eger,
as many maides in all:
[Page]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 [...]ai [...]
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:
[Page]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 Ile troublous be.
Ludicra per verbares saepè notat [...]r acerba.


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 mē 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, wt sweat of brow, or toile of minde:
But onely God, who can do al, yt herbe doeth finde.

Of Newters.

NOw newe, now old, now bothe, now neither:
To serue the worldes course, thei care not wt 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,
[Page]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:
[Page]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 Adra [...]tus, out of Euripides.

WHat thyng a man in tender age hath moste in vre,
That same to death alwaies to kepe he shalbe sure:
Therefore in age who greately longs good fruite to mow:
In youth he must hym self apply good seede to sowe.

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

Tamen est laudanda voluntas.


Diuersos diuersa iuuant, non omnibus annis
omnia conueniunt, res prius apta nocet.
Exultat leuitate puer, grauitate senectus,
inter vtrūque 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: tēper 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 to liue againe.
K Kepe Counsell close: be fast to frende:
and alwaies knowe thy self:
E Esteme thou lastyng heauenly ioyes:
passe not for worldly pelfe.
N Naught tell, that close thou wouldst haue kept.
greate guile in men doeth lurke:
D Delight not to deceiue by craft,
go plainly still to woorke.
A Abandon vice, let vertue guide:
vile sloth eschue and shun.
L Learne stil to knowe, & knowe to liue▪
and liue to praise the Sonne.
L Liue in the Lorde: so shalt thou liue
at last when all is doon.

A Comparison betwene CHRIST and the POPE.

TO rule & raigne in pompous Pride,
nought cared Christ at all:
The Pope by wiles and wicked war
subdues both great and small.
A Crowne of thorne with scratching pricks
our Christ did willing weare:
A triple gorgeous crowne of gold
the Pope on hed doth bear.
Christ washt his poore Disciples feet
as sacred Scripture showes:
The Pope must haue the regall kinges
come kisse his spangled toes.
Christ like a painfull Pastor pure,
his flocke did feede and fill:
The Pope in pleasure spends his tyme
and liues in riot still.
Our Sauiour Christ endured paine
and sufferd pinchyng want:
The greate and glorious golden world
the Pope sufficeth scant.
With pacience Christ the Crosse did beare
and was content with it:
The Pope on shoulders borne by men
in solemne sort must sit.
All worldly wealth our Sauiour Christ
[Page]contemd and set at nought:
The Pope doth burne with loue of golde
as muche as may be thought.
Our Sauiour Christ did tribute pay
(as Scripture mention makes)
The polyng Pope the Clergy plagues
and of them tribute takes:
The Marchaunts from the temple, Christ
expulst and put away:
The Pope receiues them willingly,
and keepes them still for ay.
Our Christ in quiet pleasing peace
did ioy and take delight:
The Pope in blood and battle bragges
and weapons glisteryng bright.
An humble hart, and mildenes meeke
in Christ did still abide:
The furly Pope doth swim in silkes
and swell in powtyng pride.
Our Sauiour Christ had still his hands
all naked, plaine, and bare:
The Pope hath fingers fraught with ringes
and stones, both riche and rare.
Our Sauiour Christ regarded nought
this roystyng rich aray:
The Pope hath maskyng mad attire
of gold and purple gay.
Christ for a Colt an asses fole
[Page 4]his two disciples sent:
And on their homly mantels rude
to ride he was content.
The Pope on Courser hoysted hye
through Rome must pricke and iet:
Whose bridle braue and saddle shines
with Pearle and gold befret.
All Ordenances, statutes, lawes,
that Christ did keepe and will:
All euery one both more and lesse
the spightfull Pope doth spill.
Christ to the golden sky ascends
that glitteryng, glorious showes:
The Pope to Pluto plunging packs
where fier with brimstone glowes.

Written in heuines.

LIke as the wounded wight
desires the Surgions hand:
And as the Creeple lame
desireth legges to stand.
And as one farre on seas
for land both longes and lookes:
And as the thirsty hart
desires the water brokes:
Euen so my soule O God,
doth long and looke for thee:
Ay mee (alas) when shall I come
my Sauiour sweet to see?

An old verse.

Quod sibi quisque serit: praesentis tempore vitae:
Hoc sibi messis erit, cum dicitur, ite, venite.

In Englishe thus.

WHat so eache mortall man doth sow:
While he on earth doth bide and stay:
Suche he againe shall reape and mowe:
When it is sayd, aproche, away.


WHat so each sowes while he,
in earth his race doth run:
Such shall his haruest be,
when it is said, go, come.

To an Epicure.

WHat profits pleasure thee to day:
if all to morrow faile?
Ah wretched caitife, ah alas,
what doth one day auaile.

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

PEnelope that pearlesse peece
of whom you often reed:
Did neuer loue Vlysses so
as I do you indeed.
For why a thousand thinges there are
[Page 5]whiche you haue doon for mee:
That if I should liue Nestors yeres
could scant requited be.
But yet I trust my chaunce may chaunge
the prouerbe old doth say:
The weake may stand the strong insted:
a dog may haue a day.
Till tyme that fortune turne her wheell
till thinges do go aright:
Accept my Wilmer will in worth
till welth may debt requite.
On Saterday I will you send
some Lessons for your Lute:
And for your Citterne eke a few:
take leaues till time of fruite.
And thus I end desiring you
to let my letter ly
Lockt vp in coffer close that none
the same but you may spie.
For like as scriblers loth to haue
good Scriueners vew their lynes
So practisers mislike to haue
good Poets read their rimes.
Farewell my frend, and see you send
a letter backe againe:
So shall I thinke I well did spend
my paper, pen, and payne.

Verses written to his father when he was scholler in Aeton. Scripsit admodum puer.

WHat merrit parents, suche
as doe their children set
To schoole, wherby they may
both welth and wisdome get.
If suche deserue (as sure they doe)
Perpetuall praise and fame:
Then doutles you, O Father deer,
do merrit euen the same.

Of Loue.

LOue worketh woonders great,
straunge thinges it bringes to passe:
It maketh of a prudent man
a very doltish asse.

Of Boner, and his brothers.

FOule Boner with his cursed crue,
that loued so the Pope:
Did diuers plague and punishe, with
the rodde, the racke, and rope.
But (God be thanked) now their force,
doeth faulter, fade, and faile:
Their rods are spent, their rackes are rent,
their ropes no more preuaile.

Of Pope Alexander. 6.

[Page 6]HIs Christe, his keyes▪ and altars all,
doeth Alexander sell:
Which he maie doe of right, and why?
before thei coste hym well.

To one of a diuers and straunge nature.

SOmetyme a lowryng looke thou hast,
sometyme a laughyng face:
Now waspishe, wa [...]ward: to doe ought
willyng an other space.
Mournfull now, merrie anon:
now surly, sullen, sad,
Powtyng: pleasaunt anone againe,
perte, iollie, iocunde, glad.
Thou bothe art like Democrit, and
Heraclitus beside:
No man without thee can remaine,
nor with thee well abide.

Of the workes of Poets.

AS in a pleasaunt groue,
or goodly garden grounde:
Among sweete smellyng flowers,
some stinkyng weedes are founde.
Like so in Poets plottes,
bothe good and bad is sowen:
Be warie therefore, choose the best,
and let the worste alone.

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

WHo leaues, who loues, who liues, who lends:
who spares, who spies, who speakes, who spends,
Shall purchase to hymself the loue,
of men beneath, and God aboue.


WHo leaues to lead a lothsome life:
Who loues the Lazor poore to feede,
Who liues in loue, and hateth strife:
Who lends who lackes, and stands in ne [...]de.
Who spares to spende, and waxeth wise,
Who spies the baite, and shūnes the hookes
Who speakes the truthe, and hateth lies:
Who spends his tyme in sacred bookes.
Hym God hymself in heauen aboue:
And men beneath shall like and loue.

A similitude, of Idlenes.

AS water cleare and cleane corrupts,
and stinkes by standyng still:
So sluggishe slothe doeth slaie the soule,
and eke the bodie spill.

What thyng he feareth moste.

NO stabbyng glaue, nor stickyng knife,
Nor darte dread I, that reueth life.
No Fencers skill, no thrustyng pricks,
[Page 7]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 gaulyng 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.

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

THe Ram is Rex, and rules,
aboue in hedde and face:
The necke and throate the Bull,
possesseth for his place.
In armes and shoulders bothe,
the Twinnes doe raigne and rest:
The Crab is kyng, and keepes
the stomacke, lungs, and breast.
The Lion kyng of beasts,
doeth bide in backe and harte:
The Virgin hath the gutts
and bellie for her parte.
In reines, and lustie loynes,
the Ballaunce beareth swaie:
[Page]Among the secret partes,
the Scorpion still doeth staie.
The Archer hath the thighes,
and Capricorne the knees:
The leggs the Watermannes,
the feete the Fishes fees.

Commendation and praise of Vertue.

BY riches none are happie made,
for riches slide awaie:
Though got with sweate and labour greate,
at length yet thei decaie.
Faint faultryng fumblyng feble age
decreaseth sturdie strength:
Healthe sicknesse quailes: and beautie braue
doeth flittyng fade at length.
Sweete ticklyng pleasure tarries not,
nor maketh any staie:
But in an hower, a little tyme,
doeth vanishe quight awaie.
But Vertue faire adornes the mynde,
and perfect doeth remaine:
She stedfast bides, and neuer slides,
and naught maie Vertue staine.
No tyme can Vertue faire deface,
she after death endures:
And vs aboue the clustryng cloudes,
a place with God procures.
[Page 8] Vertue doeth make vs blessed, and
a happie ende doeth giue:
And when we rotten bones remaine,
yet Vertue makes vs liue.

The couetous carle, com­pared to a Mule.

THe churlishe chuffe, that hath enough
in Coffer lockt and laied:
And liueth harde, with Baken [...]warde,
a Mule maie well be saied.
Mules carrie coi [...]e, and iewelles ofte,
plate, golde, and riche arraie,
Greate treasure: yet they droylyng drudge,
and feede on homely haie.

To a frende.

LIue as a man, persist in doyng well:
Endeuouryng aye, all others to excell.

Christe speaketh.

THe ayre, the yearth, the seas, the woods,
and all shall once awaie:
Alone my worde shall still remaine,
and (standyng stedfast) staie.

To hymself.

WHat likes thy mynde or fansie beste?
what doest thou moste desire?
Doest couet costly buildyngs braue?
[Page]or riches doest require?
I force not these: what then wilt haue?
greate store of lande to eare?
Kyngs pleasures? or delightst thou in
fine princely daintie cheare?
If these should like me, I should like,
with toyle and care to be:
For rest and riches make no matche,
thei hardly doe agree.
As Irus I should liue, though I
whole kyngdomes had in holde:
And Cre [...]us though I did enioye,
thy heapes of hourded golde.
Bare, naked, came I hether, and
nakt shall I hence againe:
Why therefore should I care for aught,
or put my self to paine?
Inioye and mirthe Ile spende my tyme,
and naught shall me anoye:
Ile laugh to scorne, the mucke, the moulde,
whiche worldlyngs riche enioye.
What? carest thou for nothyng then?
yes, this of God I craue:
That still I maie a quiet mynde,
and healthfull bodie haue.

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

[Page 9]WIth braue outlandishe straunge araie,
you (lusty) long were clad:
And sundrie sutes of sundrie sortes,
for sundrie tymes you had.
Sometime Frēche fashions pleasd you best:
sometyme the Spanishe guise:
In costly colours cuttyng still,
you went with staryng eyes.
But now at last you royste in rags,
rude, rogishe, rent and torne:
What fashion this? or whose? declare
is this beyonde sea worne?

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

THou saiest thou art hauknosed right,
so as kyng Cirus was:
Saie to thou hast kyng Midas eares,
who earde was like an Asse.

Of money and lande.

THis siluer, coine, and money, what?
ruste, though it glad:
Possessions, lande, and liuyng, what?
duste, euen as bad.


LEarnyng doeth all thyngs farre surpasse,
naught Learnyng maie excell:
[Page]What profite comes to man thereby,
ne pen, ne tongue maie tell:
A spurre to youth, that pricketh forthe
faire Vertue to obtaine:
To crooked age a greate delight,
and sollace sweete againe:
A rocke and refuge for the wretche,
and for the needie poore:
And to the riche and wealthie wight,
of substaunce greater store.

Of Tyme.

TYme bringeth lurking thinges to light,
tyme secrets doth bewray:
The priuy pilferyng prigging theefe,
tyme doth in time betraie.

Of Dice.

THe cursed play of deuelish Dice,
The daughter vile of auarice:
The plague of loue and amitie:
The very nurse of theuerie:
The excersise of fury fell:
And last the pathway plaine to hell.

Of women, water, and wine.

WIne, wemen, water, each
doth hurte, and put to paine:
Wine, wemen, water, eache
doth helpe, and ease againe.

Of wemens lightnes.

WHat more then Fethers light,
drie leaues, and withered grasse?
Yet these in lightnes wemen do
surmount and far surpasse.

Again of the same.

WHat thing is lighter then the flame?
bright lightnyng. what is thought
Then lightning lighter? wind. then wind?
wemen. then wemen? nought.

Of the misery of man.

WE weping come into the world:
and weping hence we goe:
And all our life is nothyng else,
but grief, payne, toyle, and wo.

To his vnkle: HENRY KENDALL.

MY triflyng toyes you ioye to reade
and what my Muse doth write:
My Muse (deer vnkle) ioyes againe
of you for to indite.
If you mine onely prop do slip,
my Muse remaineth slow:
The siluer Swan doth seldom sing
but Zephir milde doth blow.

Of the Poet Lucan.

[Page]FOule moody Mars his blustryng broyles,
to see with cunnyng pend
Who longs, let hym his listning eare
to learned Lucan lend.
So well his workes, do martiall feates
and warlike deedes expresse:
As noble Tullie [...] bookes bewray
the fruites of pleasant peace.
As quiet peace is to be wisht,
and Tully to be red:
So Lucan he that writes of warre
ought not for to be fled.


WHo dyes in Christ, doth liue: who liues
in Christ, from death is free:
Where Christ doth present still appere
there death can neuer be.

Gold, not God, regarded now adayes.

THis age hunts all for hatefull coyne,
for pompe and glory vaine:
Addicted none to God, and Good,
but all to Gold, and Gaine.

Of hymself.

THe Bowe that bended standeth still,
his strength will loose and lack:
The lusty horse is lamd, with to
muche burden on his back.
[Page 11]But I, let fortune spit her spight,
and spurnyng still disdaine.
Will (God to frend) contented bide
and stedfast still remayne.

Remedies against loue.

LOues rigorous rage, or abstinence
or tamyng time restraines:
If these do misse, for remedie
alone a rope remaines.

To 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.
[Page]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.
[Page 12]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 heauē 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:
[Page]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.
[Page 13]The kyng did laugh, [...] at last
all businesse set aside▪
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:
[Page]His members vile were whipt awaie,
by her whom he did loue.

Anacharsis the Philosophers saying.

LIke as ye webs which spiders spin ye see,
By subtile slight [...]angle, take, & tye,
The feble small and sooly [...]hiftes bee,
And let the bigger breake away, and flie.
Like so the lawes the [...]ower, mean, & poore,
Do plague, and [...], & make to pay:
The noble man, or [...]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, twill haue
A Alwaies a fall:
R Remember death▪
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 [...]aid in graue,
who doth a second seeke:
Vnto a momishe mariner,
and shipman he is leeke.
[Page]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:
[Page]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 swimmes in plentie riche,
and yet desireth more.

To one that married a foule wife for riches.

THy wife is foule, deformed, blacke:
but storde with coine is she:
Thou marriedst for thy hands to feele,
not for thyne eyes to see.

Of Wine.

WIne makes men sad, and febles for [...]e,
wine maketh strong and glad:
If to muche taken be thereof,
if that a meane be had.

Of Phisitions.

[Page]THree faces the Phisition hath:
first as an Angell he▪
When he is saught: next when he helpes,
a God he semes to be.
And last of all when he hath made,
the sicke deseased well
And askes his guerdon, then he semes
an ougly Fiend of hell.

To an vnskilfull Phisition.

AChilles wt a sword did slaie his foes.
Thou killest wt a hearbe on ground yt gro­wes
Thee worthier then Achilles I suppose.

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

AN Hare to shunne the gredie Grewnde,
that did hym ferce pursue:
Lepte in a riuer, thinkyng so,
to bid the Dog adue.
An Archer by beholdyng this,
with Bow there ready bent:
(In hope to hit hym as he swam)
an Arrowe at hym sent.
By hap a Swallowe skirde betwene,
withall vp lept a Roche:
And so the Hare, the birde, the fishe,
his shafte at once did broche.

To the Rechlesse route.

NO longer linger, leaue delaie:
tyme swifte awaie doeth runne:
Repent betyme, no man knowes when,
the latter daie shall come.

Of Wiuyng.

A Marryng for to marrie, still
thus all men all doe saie:
Thus saie thei still, yet wittyngly,
men marrie euery daie.

Tyme doeth all.

THe huge greate Oke was once a plant,
a whelpe the Lion fell:
And famous learned Cicero,
once learnde his words to spell.

Be aduised ere thou speake.

THe woorde that once hath past thy lips,
can not be calld agen:
Aduisde be therefore how thou speakst,
to whom, what, where, and when.

To one furious and full of Pride.

IF Seneca of auncient tyme,
or Terence had thee seen:
Thou wouldst haue Senecs Aiax feirce,
and Terence Thraso been.

To Henry Kneuet gent.

I Knowe not where the Poets faine,
the Muses for to bee:
But this I knowe my Kneuet sure,
they tarrie still with thee.

Idem est pauperibus, diuiti­busque Deus.

THe beggars, and the biggers birth,
and ende all one for aye:
As deare to God the selie swaine,
as he that beareth swaie.

To Markes a marker of faultes.

MArkes, marke what I shall saie to thee,
the truthe I tell thee plaine:
If Markes thou marke me any more,
I shall thee marke againe.

To the Pope.

THy harte is on thy halfpenie,
horse, harlotts, haukes and hounds:
No recknyng of Religion made,
where vice so muche abounds.

To a sweete mouthed minion.

EChe curious cate, eche costly dishe,
your daintie tooth must taste:
Ne lickes, ne likes, your lippes the meate,
[Page]where pleasure none is plaste.
Fine venzon fatte must be your foode,
Larke, Partridge, Plouer, Quaile:
A likerishe lip, a likerishe lap,
as tongue is, so is taile.

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

THe pope, eke aL hIs PaVLtrIe trashe
VVas banIsht qVIght anD CLeen▪
VVhen nobLe faIre ELIzabeth
VVas CroVnD fIrst engLIshe qVeen.
Nouembris. 17. 1558

A Rime against ROME.

ROme couetous for coine doeth call:
She empties coffer, pouche and all.
If thou doe let thy purse alone,
From Pope and patriarkes thence be gone.
But if with pence thou plie them still,
And if their chests with coine thou fill,
Absolue thei will and pardon thee,
How faultie foule so ere thou bee.
Ho, God be here: whose there?
a maide.
What comst thou for? to craue
your aide.
[Page 18]Hast coine? naie croslesse cleane:
then kepe thee there:
I haue: how muche? enough:
then come thou nere.

To one named Loue.

I Loue the Loue, my loue:
loue me my loue therefore:
And when I leaue to loue my loue,
then let me liue no more.

To a common Bragger.

THou sturdie calst thy self: but thou
canst better farte, then fight:
Put S awaie, and what thou art,
thou then declarest right.

A prettie similitude.

LIke as the beggar hides his skinne,
where it is faire and white:
And will not open any place,
that whole maie seem to sight.
But contrary his lothsome soares,
he shewes for men to vewe:
His bloudie cloutes, and rotten raggs,
that all might on hym rewe.
So ne should we of our good deedes,
or bragge or boaste at all
Before the Lorde, but shewe our synnes,
[Page]and so for mercie call.

Of a certayne Ruffian.

A Smithfield Ruffian in a fray
as feircely he did fight:
Was of the hand that held his sword,
by sworde dispatched quight.
Whiche whipt away (in suche a sorte)
as sone as he did see:
Flingyng his dagger at his fo,
nay then take all sayd he.

Of a certayne Ciuilian.

THou calst thy selfe Ciuilian,
thou art not full so muche:
If Ci. be out, as then remaines
in deede thy name is suche.

Of a Lawyer.

THou saist thou art a Lawyer:
the letters two next L
Put out: and then the rest declares
thy name and nature well.

To one that sayd he was a Lawyer almost.

THou saist thou art a Lawier
almost: thou dost not iest:
Put letters two next L. away
and then thou art the rest.

Agayne, of a Lawyer.

THou saist that for Lawier,
then thee none may be better:
Nor none so good (say I) put out
the third and second letter.

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

THe difference dost thou aske
betwene thy horse and myne?
What difference twixt a ioltyng Iade
and Palfray amblyng fine.

Wrytten to a frend, in hys extreme sicknesse.

MY Titus if thou hast thy health,
then shall I greatly Ioy:
As for my selfe, I am in health,
if health be sicke anoye.
I pine (God helpe) in feuer falne:
a wretche of wretches I:
Farewell, vnlesse the highest helpe
my dayes are done, I dye.

An Epitaph vppon the death of M. Ihon Bradford.

[Page]NO Scholler ought or must,
aboue his master be:
Who so doth serue, and honour God,
great troubles suffers he.
Eache sonne the Lord doth loue,
he beates and scourgeth ay:
Vnpleasant, hard, and strait the path
to heauen that leades the way.
These saiynges, blessed Bradford, while
thou didst reuolue in minde:
The thundryng threates of wicked wights,
their cruelties vnkind,
Their flatteries fair, their force, their fraud,
thou nothing didst set by:
But didst yeld vp with willyng hart
thy Corps in fier to frie.

A prancke of Pope Iulius 3. about a Peacocke.

A Certaine Pope that Iulius hight,
at dinner on a time,
Vppon his table placed had,
a daintie Peacocke fine.
Which though it were a daintie dishe,
he could not tutche as then:
Wherefore, go take this same away,
he said vnto his men,
And keepe it cold till supper tyme.
[Page 20]and see in Garden fair
I suppe at night, for vnto mee
as then will guests repair.
When Supper tyme approched was,
among his sumptuous meat
And Peacockes whot, his Peacocke cold
he saw not there to eate.
Wherefore he gan to lowre, and powt,
to sweat, to swell, to sweare:
Such thundring threatnings throwing out
that all amazed were.
A Cardnall by beholdyng this,
entreatyng hym gan say:
O holy father be content,
and this your anger stay.
Indeede your waiters worthy are,
for to be chid and shent:
But sith it was against their willes,
let passe and be content.
Then Iulius Pope with fomyng mouth
and flashing firie eyes:
In angry mood, as he were mad,
gan answere in this wise.
If God for apple onely one,
so angrie were quoth he:
That he expeld from Paradice,
our Parents, he, and she.
Why may not I his Vicar here,
[Page]be movd to anger then
For this same bird: better this bird
then apples ten and ten.
Although this Pope with Peacockes fleshe
lovd still to cram his craw:
Yet for a Peacock thus to rage,
he showd hym self a daw.

To a certayne frend.

SOmtimes in London thou dost liue:
somtimes in Cuntrey soyle:
In Cambridge now and then: sometymes
in Courte thou keepst a coile.
Leaue rangyng thus: ceasse thus thy self
still to and fro to tosse:
The restlesse stone, that rowleth still,
doeth seldome gather mosse.

Written vnder the picture of M. Thomas Becon.

LOe reader here, his portrature,
as liuely as maie bee:
What Painters pen and paine might doe,
(good reader) thou doest see.
The dowments of his mynde deuine,
whiche pen might not displaie
Nor Painter paint, hym self doeth by
his learned woorkes bewraie.

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

LEarned thou wast, and godlie bothe,
while Cranmer thou didst liue:
A happie and a happlesse life,
vnto thee God did giue.

Of his owne picture.

MY front well framd the Painter hath,
whiche he behelde with eye:
My harte is knowne, to God alone,
whiche holdes the heauens on hye.


MY browe the Painter hath exprest:
God knowes the secrets of my brest.

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

THe beast Camilion liues by ayre,
the Herryng doeth desier
In waues to liue, the Mole in mould,
the Spotted beast in fire.

Of Papistes.

IF murdryng monsters mount the skie:
Then Papists thither packe perdie.

A saiyng of S. Ciprian.

[Page]THei whiche doe loue them selues to paint,
with coulers straunge and gaie:
Thei haue to feare that God nill knowe,
them at the latter daie.

An other saiyng of S. Cyprian.

THe leude whiche loue to paint their locks
with red and yellowe fine:
Thei doe prognosticate, but how
their heads in hell shall shine.

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

WIthout good woorkes a prudēt wight,
A sire without Religion quight.
A youth without obedience:
A wealthie wight that giues no pence.
A woman that is shamelesse stout:
I guide that vertue is without.
A Christian man contentious:
A poore man proude and sumptuous.
A kyng that ruleth not by right:
A bishop negligent and light.
Folke without discipline and awe:
Subiects that liue, and haue no lawe.

A saiyng of S. Austin.

TIs naught on women but to looke,
tis worse with them to chat:
[Page 22]But wemen for to touche, perdie
naught maie be worse then that.

An olde saiyng.

AN Hunters breakfast cheefest is,
a Lawiers dinner best:
Mōkes drinkyngs, Marchants suppers fine
surmount and passe the rest.

Of Lacon.

WHy Lacon didst thou choose thy wife,
(quoth one) so feate and small?
To choose the lest, I holde it best,
(quoth he) of euells all.

Thinkyng on the latter daie.

IF euery man and woman would,
thinke on the latter daie:
Then men would mende, and women would,
the wantons ceasse to plaie.

Please, Praise, and Praie.

BE sure not long the worlde will laste,
Please, Praise, and Praie therefore:
Praie to the Lorde, hym praise and please,
and care thou for no more.

Fiue thynges white.

FOwer thyngs are wondrous white, ye fifte
shines more then all the rest:
[Page]Snowe, siluer, Ceruse, hoarie heares,
a chaste vnspotted brest.

Three thynges detestable.

THree thyngs are detestable, vile:
a beggar proude and hye:
An old man leude and lecherous:
a riche man that doeth lye.

Three things not to be lente.

THree thinges a man not lendeth rife:
his horse, his fighting sword, his wife.

Three things should not be forgotten.

THree thinges should be remembered,
and printed still in breast.
Good turnes recevd, good precepts pure,
and those that are deceast.

Of Mark miserable, that hanged hymselfe.

MArk miser yesterday I hard,
the hanging craft would trie:
And vnder three pence (caitif wretche)
no Halter could he buy.
I buy no Ropes so dear (quoth he)
the price amazd the elfe,
For twoo pence halfpeny he agrees
at last, and hangs hymself.

Of saiyng grace.

WHo sittyng downe doth take his meales,
And thankes not God in gratefull wise:
Goes as a brutishe Oxe to boord,
And rudely like an Asse doth rise.

The Best are hated of the Bad.

THe ougsum owle Ioues bird doth hate,
the lothsum Ape doth spite
The Lion king, the carren Crow
the Swan fair, siluer white.

To the carpyng Corrector.

WIth kitish eyes thou canst decerne,
the scapes of other men:
But when thou shouldst correct thine owne,
as blind as Bubo then.

A staffe.

A Seemely thing in hand I am,
old age vphold I right.
I rule the steppes, I fear the dog,
I ease the wery wight.

The saiyng of BIAS.

BEhold thy selfe in Glasse,
and if so faire thou be:
Then doe thou fair and honest thinges
as best beseemeth thee.
But if deformed, fowle,
[Page]and lothely thou appeare:
Requite that foule deformitie,
by manners fair and cleer.

To a frende.

WHen fishes shun the siluer streames:
When darknes yeldes bright Titans bea­mes.
When as the bird that Phoenix hight,
Shall haue ten thousand mates in sight.
When Ioue in Limbo low shall lye,
And Pluto shall be plast on hye:
Then I will thee forsake my deere,
And not before, as shall appeare.

The torment of Turnecotes.

IN readyng once a certaine booke
cald Pasquin in a traunce:
To finde the turnecotes torment there,
by turnyng twas my chaunce.
Suche as will ne hold with the hare,
nor yet run with the hound:
Suche as like waueryng whethercocks,
with euery blast turne rounde.
Suche as with nether, hic, nor haec,
doe loue to be declinde:
But still with hoc, like neuters nought,
that turne with euery winde.
These faines he to be fast with corde,
betwene two pillers bound:
[Page 24]About the mids, so that they hang,
and can not tutche the ground.
Vppon their heads a pair of Harts
huge hornes are surely fixt:
Hauyng a saile of linnen cloth
their hidious hornes betwixt.
And at their heeles there hangs a bag,
with coyne and mony stuft:
So turne these turnecotes whirlyng round
with euery little puft.
For as the winde doth rise and blowe,
and strike the stremyng sayle:
Their heeles are heavd on hie to heauen,
then eache turnes vp his taile.
And as the wind doth ceasse to blowe,
and quiet doth remaine:
Then doth the ponderous poundstone purse
bring doune their feete againe.
So are these wretches whirld about,
and now their heads on hye:
And straight their heeles are heued vp
vnto the loftie skye.

Translated out of Theocritus.

CVpido Venus dearlyng defte,
to sweete his lipps with mell
Sore longyng, came vnto an Hiue,
where Bees did shroude and dwell.
[Page]And mindyng now with Honie sweete,
to fill his bellie full
He thrusts his hande into the Hiue,
and fast beginnes to cull.
The Bees bestirre them, by and by,
and prickt hym with their styngs:
Deft Cupid dolefull doeth depart,
and takes hym to his wings.
He stamps, he stares, he taketh on:
he knowes not what to doe:
At last with tinglyng stynged hande,
he comes his mother to.
And thus beginns to make his mone:
ah mother, mother myne:
The Bee moste vile and pestilent,
hath kilde Cupido thyne.
Ah, out alas, what shall I doe?
I neuer would haue thought
The selie simple shiftlesse Bee,
could haue suche mischief wrought.
Quoth Venus smilyng: what? alas,
and doeth it greeue you so?
Content your self, you are but small,
yet how you strike you knowe.

Preceptes written to his Cosen Paul Tooley.

P PVre toward thy frende perseuer still:
A Auoide all anger that is ill.
V Vpon the poore thyne almes bestowe:
L Leaue vice, in vertue loue to growe.
T Talke little, heare muche: tell truth:
O Obeye thy better: bridle youth.
O Obtaine the loue of greate and small:
L Look on the Scriptures, ponder Paul.
E Earne, learne to liue, with life and lim:
Y Yelde praise to God, and praie to hym.

To all render: Youthes and young schollers.

IF learnyng you neglecte, in age
you will crie, ah alas,
Why did I not to studie sticke,
in childhoode while I was.

A young schollers Poesie.

LEaue plaie, and loue learnyng:
For feare of stripes earnyng.

Verses written at the request of his Cosen MARY PALMER, in her praier booke called THE POMANDER OF PRAIER.

Make muche of modestie: be alwaies meke:
Abandon vice: for golden vertue seeke.
[Page]Regard the good: the ill set nothyng by:
Yn mynde remember still that thou must die
Please parents thyne: persist in doyng well:
Ay striue to staine the rest: and to excell.
Liue, learne, & loue: & alwaies know thy self:
Muse al on heauē: passe smal on worldly pelf.
Endeuour at the narrow gate to enter in:
Rule so thy self immortall faine to win.

To one that called hym Spendall.

THou spend all doest me call: I graunt
muche coine I spende perdie:
But thou doest spende thy self on whores,
thou spendest more then I.

To a Niggard that called hym vnthrift.

THou saiest I spend all, spend all still,
and nothyng vse to purse:
Thou pursest all, and spendest naught:
I ill doe: thou doest worse.

To a certaine frende.

THou spend all doest me call:
thou calst me rendall to:
I spende, rende, nothyng mende thou saiest,
yes sure, I mende my shoo.

The nature of the Hernshew.

THe Hearnshew though she haūt ye brookes,
and riuers eke that runne:
Yet rayne and tempest she abhorres,
and seekes the same to shunne
By soryng vp and mounting hie:
she shrowdyng still doth rest
A loft in tops of tallest trees,
and there doth make her nest.
She shuns her foe the Goshawke great,
and Hawkes of other kinde:
Her hates and plagues the Hauk again,
when that he can her finde
When as the Hawk and Hernshew fight,
and striue aloft in skie:
For this one thing, with might of wing,
both striue especially
Who may aboue the other get:
if Hawke haue highest place
With earnest flight he conquers quight,
the Hernshew in short space.
But if the Hernshew highest get,
she squirtyng downe doth cast
Her dirt and dunge, the Hawke vppon▪
and spoiles hym so at last.

Fower properties of the dog.

FOwer propertyes praiseworthy sure,
are in the dog to note:
[Page]He keepes the house, he feares the thefe
by barking with his throte.
He playes well the Phisition,
with lickyng tongue he cures:
Vnto his master still he stickes,
and faithfull fast endures.

Of Boner.

OF Bishops al, the best some did thee call:
Indeed thou wast the beast of bishops all.

To a naughty Lawier.

WOuldst haue mee tell what law thou hast?
thou hast as muche as need:
An old said saw, need hath no law.
no more hast thou indeed.

Translated out of an Italian writer.

LYcoris in her bosome beares,
two Apples faire that shine:
Againe two Strawberries she beares,
in bosom hers deuine.
Her bourly breastes two apples be,
her nipples be two berries:
Her apples shine as white as snowe,
Her nipples red as cherries.
Loue came and suckt her tender brests
and said, now milke farewell:
[Page 27]My mothers brests with milke do strowt,
but these with Nectar swell.


MOre white I am then plume of Swan:
Daughter of Winter colde I am.
Lesse harde then Ice congeald am I:
Yet not lesse colde then Ice perdie.
Thinner then Mushrome that doeth growe:
To water thin heate makes me goe.
The letter first take from my name,
And nine in number thou doest frame.
If this woorde COR thou ad to me:
The blackest birde I am to see.

A Cherrie.

A Red skin glisteryng me doeth hide,
I doe with ioyce abounde:
In steade of harte I holde a stone,
wherein is kernell founde.


WIth Lime together linkt am I,
strong made with stone am I:
I shield from shatteryng showers the house,
the house I fortifie.
Take E awaie, and I shall be
of Ida Shepherd then:
[Page]The Iudge betwene the goddesses
the wracke of Troye agen,
And eke moste filthie Leacher vile.
if P thou take awaie:
With hornes I pushe: walles doune I rushe:
the heauens I garnishe gaie.

The Snaile.

BOnelesse and footlesse quight am I,
and quight deuoide of heare:
I haue no eyes to see withall,
but what my hornes doe beare.
Where so I goe, or where I touche,
I leaue a filthie slime:
Salte frettyng, doeth me sore annoye:
the tallest tower I clime.

A Tennice ball.

WIthout, without here smothe I am,
yet full of heare within:
Rounde like a Boule: though feete I want,
to runne I doe not lin.
Although fine feathers light I lacke,
yet mounte I doe alofte:
And looke when I am striken, then
my strength repaire I ofte.


OF Euenyng darke my name I take:
my winges are made of skinne:
[Page 28]As other birdes I am not clothde
with feathers light and thinne.
I onely bryng forthe yonge: alone
my duggs with milke doe swell:
All other birdes want teeth, with teeth
but I am fenced well.

The Combe.

ADornde with teeth on euery side,
I framed am of boxe:
Let baldepate me forbeare to vse:
I parte the kangled locks.


IN forrest faire I growe:
eight letters spells my name:
Take three the laste awaie, and so
thou skant shalt finde a dame.

Of fower birdes, signifiyng the fo­wer quarters of the yere.

THe Chaffinch showes whē winter comes▪
whiche synges in Winter colde:
When chittering Swallowe doth returne,
then Spryng is come be bolde.
The Cuckoo chauntes in Sommer tyme,
when all thinges glister greene:
The birde that hights Ficedula,
in Autumne still is seen.

To the Reader

TAke in good parte these triflyng toyes,
good Reader whiche I write:
When as I 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
[Page]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.

[Page]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 spar [...].

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
[Page 30]of heauen, then worldly pelfe.
Lo here she lyes, whiche hated lies,
and lovd to tell thee tr [...]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:
[Page]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,
[Page]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.

¶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 ta [...]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.

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