Flovvers of epigrammes, out 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

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,

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.