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

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

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

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.