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

nothing ruing his faithfull heart.

Your lines sir, that you sent
to me but of late dayes,
I haue perusde, as meete I thought
to be for such assayes,
And sith that you request
to haue an answere ayne,
I stand content to do so much,
sith you in hope remayne,
To put you out of hope,
thinke not I am so fayne,

To graunt so soone vnto your hest
that were but folly plaine:
Goe chuse and take your make
some elswhere to be found.
I am not one that wil so soone
in any band be bound.
And you to be as free,
as erst you were before,
Leaue of I pray you by my reade
and trouble me no more.
Yet say not naythelesse
that I the causer stay
And am the weauer of your woe,
that were no likely way.
Though that your pleasure were
to forge such fayned stile
And by the siluer hooke to catch
the fish that feares no gile.
The loue is very hot
for which a man would kill
Himselfe, I know it very well
that is a painful ill.
Though Pyramus that wight
with sword did peerce his heart,
For Thisbie, and she likewise did
of like death take a part.
They two are dead in deede,
they two be layd in stone,

We neuer shal finde out by sight,
their like now they are gone.
Now doubt I whether that
the like loue flowe from you
Therfore content your selfe yt while,
I must needes say adue.

By her that loues not aye,
To spend her words in wast
Wherfore she sends but few lines
To thee, farewell in hast.

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

nothing ruing his faithfull heart.