The most famous and Tragicall Historie of Pelops and Hippodamia ::

The most famous and Tragicall Historie of Pelops and Hippodamia

Whereunto are adioyned sundrie pleasant deuises, Epigrams, Songes and Sonnettes. Written by Mathewe Groue

Grove, Mathew

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To the ryght Honorable, Sir Henrie Compton knight, Lord Compton of Compton hole, R. S. wisheth long life with increase of honour.

The most famous and tragicall history of Pelops and Hippodamia.

Epigrams and Sonets.

[Oh fertile soyle, thou little lande]

[When Phebus in the azure Skye]

Omnium rerum vicissitudo.

The louer being demaunded wherefore he went alwaies in black attire,

The louer hauing daunced with his Lady, in the end thereof speaketh these words.

The answere to the same.

Omne mundum positum est in malignitatem.

The restlesse estate of a Louer,

The Louer writeth to a Gentlewoman,

Here the Ladie writeth an aunswere to the letter of hir Louer, perseuering in hir stubburnesse:

The letter of a friend of a wounded Louer,

The Louer writeth once more to his friend,

The lamentation of a louer beeing refused, shewing no hellish torments to be lyke his,

The Louer hauing written manye times, almost past hope,

The louer being denied, yet singeth this song, being constant,

The Ladie by often intreatie being vanquished with loue, doth write a comfortable letter to her Louer.

The ioyfull louer hauing by earnest sute obtained her whom he loued, made this dittie following.

Tempus rerum edax.

The Louer being willed of his Ladie to attire himselfe in blacke and blewe, demaunded the reason,

The Louer writeth to his Ladie,

To him that was disappointed of his woman and louer.

The louer writeth in the praise of his Ladie

The pretie birth of a childe.

The wordes of a dame concerning her Louer,

In praise of his Ladie.

Of foure kindes of men that maie sing at didner, and other meate meales.

Of couetousnes and Lecherie together.

A perfect tricke to kill little blacke flees in ones chamber.

Each thing in his vocation.

The frailenesse of women.

To his friend of the frailenesse of dame Fortune.

The morning before the Louer went to his Ladie, made this petition to the Gods.

The foolishnes of a painter.

The grieuous complaint of him that had the hap to marie his mistresse.

The Louer by pleasant talke caused a Ladie to vnderstand how a shrew or vnhappie woman came first into the world.

Of faithfull friendship.

What daunger insueth if a man enterprise a higher place then his degree can aspire vnto.

Of parents deformed hauing a beutifull childe.

Of him that tooke a quart of wine when it was proffered by his freend, who minded to get a pottell.

To hir the Louer writeth,

Of Vnthrifts.

Of Whoredome.

Like will to like.

Of vnwittie spending.

Perit quicquid feceris ingrato.

The propertie of Reprobates.

A good man.

A perfect preseruatiue for health.

A stupendious desire.

Olde men.

Diuersitie of remembrance.

The deceites of the Foxe.

Of a womans hatred.

Of boasting and bragging.

A signe of anger.

The sudden falling into danger

The pitie of Dormice.

Of imdietie of children.

The sinnes of Kings.

Of eating of egges

To him that was angrie because the Cuckow did sing before his doore.

Of Sugar and Salt.

Of hastie wiuing.

Of despising of the poore.

Of harlots.

Of keeping companie with naughtipacks.

The Prouerbe.

Of anger without a cause.

Of husbandrie and Scholers.

Another Prouerbe.

The error of the wicked.

Of pleading where a man is not heard.

The frailnesse of youth.

Nothing is hid from God.

Of flatterie and lieng.

A faithfull frend.

Of costlie apparel.

Of Neighbourlie aide.

Of good counsell.

Of him that would fight at home, and no where els.

Of a couetous mind.

The Prouerbe.

Of wicked children.

Of vvailing for the dead.

Of parents.

Of such as had rather haue harlots than wiues

Of him that esteemeth riches more than frendship.

Of Destinie.

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The answere to the same.

Good sir, whereas you say that you
vnworthy are with me
To daunce, your pleasure and
your tongue doe both agree.
You may say what you list, but this
I knowe to be most true,
No dame there is within this place,
condigne to match with you.
Much lesse am I that meanest am
inferior to them all,

A worthy dame t'aspire to you
to daunce within this hal:
Stoupe not so lowe to kisse my hand
for if that you doe please,
I am your owne what so betide
your thraldome to release.
And thinke that you haue gotten out
and in this presence found
A seruant true, as like that which
dame fame did once resound
Unto Penelope the faire
which was Vlisses wife.
What would you more, I am your owne,
in heart whilest I haue life.

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The answere to the same.