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
About this Item
- Title
- 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
- Author
- Kendall, Timothy, fl. 1577.
- Publication
- Imprinted at London :: [By John Kingston] in Poules Churche-yarde, at the signe of the Brasen Serpent, by Ihon Shepperd,
- 1577.
- Rights/Permissions
-
To the extent possible under law, the Text Creation Partnership has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to this keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above, according to the terms of the CC0 1.0 Public Domain Dedication (http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/). This waiver does not extend to any page images or other supplementary files associated with this work, which may be protected by copyright or other license restrictions. Please go to http://www.textcreationpartnership.org/ for more information.
- Subject terms
- Epigrams.
- Link to this Item
-
http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A04794.0001.001
- Cite this Item
-
"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A04794.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 2, 2024.
Pages
Page [unnumbered]
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.